Loves a Treasure

My emotions I can always feel thee.
But know not from where you come.
Close my eyes so tight I cannot see.
No you're not seen outside of me.

Cover my ears, no sound from thee.
No you're not heard outside of me.
Each sense in turn, I took from thee.
Can it be you're not outside of me?

Sometimes deep down inside of me.
Another person there seems to be.
Through bad you show me good.
So I behave the way I should.

Your gift, I treasure most of all.
Is to know love and loves call

Poetry by English poet David King