This poem is one I wrote about forbidden love and the pain it causes. I go on to describe that the love and pain is with you like a shadow, even in your dreams while you sleep.

Fantasy poem about a very special magical box.

Four rings on my hands, my wedding ring, anniversary ring, birthstone and another special gift from my husband.

We all look for the treasures of love in some way.

When we sleep treasures are locked into our hearts.

Treasures are found not everywhere, but in our hearts, in our homes, and in our heads!

When we allow God to shape our hearts we touch heaven.

You can be real with the one that you love.

Leaving all behind and moving forward is the joudney we must take.

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