So soon this time <br />melts away <br />like you; <br /> <br /> <br />my common sense <br />sometimes <br />leaves me too <br />like you. <br /> <br />Often I am blind <br />and cannot see <br />the You before me; <br /> <br />many times I need <br />help to see <br />desperately <br />from you. <br /> <br />I lay down with you <br />to make peace <br />but cannot speak <br />the words; <br /> <br />I want to say I love you <br />but can only buy a present <br />which only signals how I feel <br />but is not what I feel. <br /> <br />Chocolates are not <br />a human heart. <br /> <br />Many times I want to reach <br />out you <br />but feel I cannot spare the hug <br /> <br />you need. <br /> <br />I'm always on the edge of hesitancy <br />feeling I cannot spare the Me <br />locked away in my small <br />meager <br />treasure box. <br /> <br />Nary a coin there <br />I feel <br />can leave, <br /> <br />and I guard even small <br />leavings <br />jealously. <br /> <br />The wonder is <br />I think, <br />such meager treasure box pickings <br />I have, <br />I think <br />I have to protect; <br /> <br />because it is always closed <br />it does not easily release <br />scarce <br />feeling coin; <br /> <br />but then again <br />it is never open <br />to receive <br />new coins, <br />bequeathed.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-treasure-box/
