Thursday, May 24, 2018

Thr world's greatest treasure

People have wealth which they so easily defile. A woman's heart is no less and needs to be cherished till the end of time. Tis but a crime we don't comprehend, and then hands of time can't be turned back again. She cherishes moments which you as man easily forget. She remembers your habits and renounces a bet to prove her wrong. Even though she's right, she doesn't harp on that song. You take so much time and effort to steal her heart, admire her beauty and capture her soul. Then you forget she exists when you achieve your goal. You sweep her off her feet and hold her hands forever. You let go when a woman passes by and she knows cause she's clever. Never will she lose her argument cause most of the times she is right. But she swallows her pride to lose some fights. Her ego isn't boosted as yours is at times. Raising your hand is not allowed and we do it thinking it's fine. She gives her all and expects love in return. She cooks your food and spends on you whatever she earns. Tis love she bears in her heart and pride is born in yours. She is the reason for your happiness and not pain being caused. Lost is your soul and yet she loves you throughly through the pain. Broken is her heart and yet selfishly we never mend it again. Her tears fall down and you are the cause. Tis but your duty to catch them and avoid pointing out her flaws. Peace is a stone embedded in her crown, love is her weapon to heal her frown. Her beautiful smile, and gorgeous hair, her wonderful brown eyes into which you stare. Her glow, glaring imminent under the night sky. She wishes to hang on forever and you find ways to say goodbye. She remains loyal and honest with respect by her side. As your true feelings are hidden inside. Pleasure is given without you to ask, her body is not a toy for your scars as a mask. If you love a woman and she loves you back. You're the luckiest man alive and that's a fact. She isn't a artifact one can measure, her heart is precious and tis the world's greatest treasure.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks