There was a treasure she couldn’t touch … At least mostly … A dream
There was a treasure she couldn’t touch … At least mostly … A dream she couldn’t live … At least outwardly … But she holds it still … Never believe in anything with less than all you have … Believe … Or don’t believe at all … Here is my treasure … And though I can’t feel it trace my skin … There are no curves to sweetly caress … Except in dearest memory … Wisdom guides me to it … And I do believe … -- source link
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