GREENWOLFE 1962 - Treasure

At the end of Heaven's rainbow,
There's a treasure that I've found.
Never gleaned from golden nuggets
Nor from diamonds underground.

These are treasures not as precious
As the one I now possess.
I don't need them, now I've found her;
Earthly treasures mean much less.

You may wonder how I'll answer.
Just how precious can she be?
'I feel Heaven and the angels
Every time she touches me.'

'I see visions of the cosmos,
Sparkling colors in her eyes.
I hear music soft and gentle,
Taking me to paradise.'

'I smell springtime in her fragrence,
Taste her lips of berry wine.
And I sleep in sweet contentment,
Knowing that this treasure's mine.'

GREENWOLFE 1962

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