Through the thickening foggy blanket,
Near the coolest glistening stream,
Where the two mountains are married on common ground,
I struck gold.
Beneath the dripping cocoa leaves,
Beside that stubborn boulder,
I heard the sound of gold.
No sweeter sound have I heard.
There lay my treasure,
Unguarded, unapproached, unassuming.
With eyes so bright the stream looked dull.
With a giggle so carefree my heart sang in tandem.
My beautiful treasure
You will I guard with my life,
Love with my heart,
And guide with my God.
Forget the gold.
You are my rarest diamond.
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