King’s Treasure

Clean as a ray of sun,
or a wisp of wind
when the rain is done;
I part my lips
then loosen the grip
of her name from my tongue.
And as tame as a gun
I claim what I've won!
Her smile,
her face,
her heart,
her love
is the same as no one's.
She is my treasure.

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