There lies a treasure, precious above all.
Not gold or silver, nor jewels that gleam,
But love's gentle whisper, like a soothing stream.
In the tender touch of a lover's hand,
Or the warmth of a friend who understands,
We find the true riches life bestows,
In the bonds we share, the love that grows.
With each passing moment, time slips away,
But memories of love forever stay.
For in the heart's embrace, they find their home,
A sanctuary where they're free to roam.
In the simple joys that life blesses us.
For in love's embrace, we find our worth,
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