Treasures of the heart; more precious than red art.
A pirate trying to find his sparkling soul. Buried beneath endless amounts of gold.
Visible to the sight, yet shrouded in shade. Beaming to the light; a wanted accolade.
It’s sacred to me, with a charm full of color. Special to my mind –wherefore art thou lover?
Diamonds and pearls. Sirens that swirls. Lovers lane. The prizes of the game.
Your heart is sacred to me. The goal is your key. Treasure worth a million words. Prize possession from a songbird.