The Heart of Thee Date: Saturday, 10th March 2018 @ 05:26:40 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: spike / //// / of all the treasures lost at sea, I yearn to get my hands on thee diamonds, rubies, precious gems, stolen by the weather’s whims gold and silver, bullion bars, the lost hopes of grizzled tars. coins in bony hands of kings, still grasping dreams in their demise; rings and pearls and brilliant things, eliciting both awe and sighs and you my dear, precious still, I just can’t seem to get my fill; but all the sparkling things above, will never win to me your love of all the treasures birthed by sea, I ache to win the heart of thee. This poem is Copyright © spike Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=184928