~ A Priceless Treasure ( of Times ) ~

Goddess of my heart and lover of my youth,
for you, today I'll unlock the secret vault
where I've hidden my priceless treasure;
my heart where my flair for words lie.
Pardon me if I pen too much psaltery poetry of thee,
like Shakespeare I can't compare thee to a bright summer's day
Thou art a charmer and stopper of hearts
and the full moon is jealous of your radiant face.
I'm simply a fool drooling in your powers
for thou art an artist's masterpiece like da Vinci's mona lisa,
an inimitable ingenuity of the Creator of creations,
object of envy in the midst of a host of goddesses,
God's last perfect piece of impeccable art
and an unsurpassingly priceless treasure of times
like my oxheart, art, words and incurable passion.