The Treasure of Pleasure

I tether you, dear, with a pleasure so near

so deeply within it can’t be ignored

a treasure that weathers all that I fear

I never buy treasure with anything mere

and bury my hope with passions restored

I tether you, dear, with a pleasure so near

I measure my pleasure in how I adhere

to a life that I live while hoping to hoard

a treasure that weathers all that I fear

but whether that treasure for me is right here

there’s much that I find that I cannot afford

I tether you, dear, with a pleasure so near

my pleasure is feathered by what I revere

and haunted by all I haven’t explored

a treasure that weathers all that I fear

in my leisure I treasure your every tear

and wonder, my love, if you’re my reward

I tether you, dear, with a pleasure so near

a treasure that weathers all that I fear