Treasure

Guard your comfort, dear, guard your heart,
The wealthy have overbought and undersold their memories.
Even if they duplicate your treasures, they still will never love them for the reasons you have learned to.

It's a painful mistake on her part,
to try and become someone just because that someone may be happier, prettier, truly more free.
But she will not learn that.
And out of everything you can give her, you cannot teach her to love herself.
She is Midas in a world of unpolished gold.
And you are a god with no care for shiny things.
Be flattered my dear.
Because your beautiful soul is sparkling never the less.

And she sees it.
And she can't stand that with all her riches she can't buy your happiness.
Even though she thinks you are the kindest soul she could ever meet.
And if guarding your simple joys is the only wrong you are doing,
does this really mean you are more noble than she?

She sees it.
You deserve your treasures, and a true gypsy would never let them out of sight.
But she will give you a chest with lock and key.
And she will help you fill it with goodness.
If you don't want her to know where you have buried that,
She will respect that, too.
Just remember that no money can buy a shovel long enough to dig down into your heart.
Hell or high water, love.
You are so big in her world.