Treasure

If a man knew what it would take,
The cost of his heart's desire,
Then he would pursue it with all his might.
He would scale the highest heights and swim the deepest depths.
For his ultimate happiness depends on it,
The joy of his soul.

He would devote all his energy,
All his wealth in the blink of an eye,
For nothing materialistic can buy the treasure he holds so dearly.
And when he has spent all he has to acquire that which he seeks,
He would yet be richer ten times over than a king whose throne is built with sapphire and gold,
Whose palace is built upon onyx and silver,
Laced in splendour and grandeur.
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Her smile