I am the tombs both old and deep
of ancient Kings whose spirits sleep.
Within these walls where secrets lie,
a treasure you will want to keep.
No diadem nor golden crown,
no fountain of youth have you found.
Not locked away in guarded chests
but buried deep beneath the ground.
It does not freeze in winter’s chill,
nor will it wilt from solar spill,
but blossoms in every season.
Reflects beauty and always will.
Authentic love that does endure,
holds irresistible allure.
Within me beats a heart that’s sure,
our love is honest, our hearts pure.
M. Zane McClellan
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