My Precious Hidden Treasure

She who is like the dawn

is a buried treasure

hidden in a sea of people.

For

Thou art like a diamond

in the sea,

seemingly impossible to find.

Not unless

you shift through

every grain of sand

every buffeted wave

till you find,

not a diamond

but a pearl.

Only few of thousands more.

Rare is such beauty

is she;

whose eyes are an ocean

deep and mysterious.

Or

a forest unexplored

with many lessons to teach

and some not yet learned.

Whose skin is snow

in need of my warmth.

whose personality is alive,

knowing the proper times.

Whose commonality

complements her beauty

and

makes her weird to everyone

but me.

Ah my dove,

your perfection

does not exist.

For

your imperfection is simply this:

socially alive

and therefore hard to find.

But

despite your imperfections

I search for you regardless.
For

I am faint with

love and longing.

In so I continue
to search for you:

My priceless dove

My one true love

My precious hidden

treasure.