~Treasure~
poem by Carrie Ann

Alone, and yet surrounded.
Crossing paths, making connections
Desiring depth and intimacy
Yet finding only deficiency.

Attention all around,
Serving only to compound,
The need which only real love can feed.
Diversions, distant illusions of gratification
Reveal incomplete satisfaction.
There has to be more.

Beneath the hum of a body awaiting complete release
Is a heart that understands
Fulfillment before the proper time
Could leave it deceased.

A priceless gift resides within
To be viewed as such
Not to be squandered.
Its value to be highly esteemed and honored
The result, true love
Affection and devotion bequeathed.