The most treasured thing for my heart
The most treasured thing for an ocean; was its
unending flurry of swirling waves,
The most treasured thing for a bird soaring
astronomically high in blue sky; was her clusters of
eggs handsomely stacked in the nest,
The most treasured thing for the ominous network of
black clouds; was its king sized droplets of
revitalizing rain,
The most treasured thing for the majestic lioness; was
her tiny and mischievous little cub sleeping
innocently in the den,
The most treasured thing for the eyeball; was its
glistening coat of moisture; shimmering splendidly
under the blazing Sun,
The most treasured thing for a cup of sizzling coffee;
was its tantalizing and rejuvenating aroma,
The most treasured thing for a scorpion jumping in
spurts through the bushes; was its hostile and deadly
pugnacious sting,
The most treasured thing for a conventionally
embellished telephonic contraption; was its loud and
melodious series of rings,
The most treasured thing for a fat biscuit of gold;
was its perpetual glow that emanated even in the most
dullest of light,
The most treasured thing for the lips; was the kiss
received from the person they solely loved and
revered,
The most treasured thing for a sheet of bonded paper;
was the sensitive lining of words that imparted
paramount importance to its otherwise vacant persona,
The most treasured thing for a blanket of stars
studded in the plain cosmos; was its resplendent
shimmer that cast a spell on anyone beneath it,
The most treasured thing for a cacophonic bee buzzing
rampantly around in free air; was its serrated hives
replete and oozing with stupendously golden wells of
honey,
The most treasured thing for a destitute freezing to
the point of extinction in the disastrous cold of
winter; was the photo of his God held intimate and
close to his heart; with a wistful glimmer of hope
lingering profoundly in his famished eyes,
The most treasured thing for the bespectacled teacher;
was her colossal reservoir of knowledge which she
judiciously disseminated amongst a varied array of
students,
The most treasured thing for the hollow armpits; was a
passionate stream of silver sweat which flowed all
around the clock,
The most treasured thing for the tongue; was its
eloquent speech; the infinite bundles of currency it
was able to generate; by adeptly captivating the
opposite party,
The most treasured thing for the mother; was her baby
bouncing flirtatiously in her compassionately and
invincible arms,
The most treasured thing for Almighty God; was all his
disciples; each of the tangible and intangible form
that he had evolved to live on this earth,
And the most treasured thing for my heart; was her
love; drowning myself wholesomely into the enchantment
of her eyes; blending each beat of mine with hers for
infinite more births to unveil…
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