A robber came to my door
looked around
wanted more
I have nothing of value
for you to sell
yet I am rich
though you cannot tell
The treasures here
are not silver or gold
but rather of the heart
love, a treasure given
not sold
A robber came to my door
looked around
wanted more
I have nothing of value
for you to sell
yet I am rich
though you cannot tell
The treasures here
are not silver or gold
but rather of the heart
love, a treasure given
not sold
Beautifully written! I loved it! ❤️
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