The greatest treasure in this world,
cannot be consumed and is not of gold.
It brings both laughter and tears the same,
originating from a 4-letter name.
Bittersweet,
but addicting to all,
neither knows confinement,
nor indifference to the small.
To those who have felt it,
blessed and cursed are they;
cursed to risk heartbreak,
blessed to fell it's warmth until their dying day.
So call me a drug user,
'cause my addiction is you,
preventing pain and misery,
you're healing wounds without a clue,
but I'm using this power,
that's inside my depths,
I'm sending my love and all the best.
Yekaterina Bezpalaya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-letters-3/
