Treasury We all have a treasury. No, not the one that holds money. The one that holds our souls. Mine is locked, Behind walls, doors, crevices. And I've lost the key. However, People think outside the box. Especially when they love you. Walls can be broken down, Doors can be picked open. Crevices can be built across. When you find someone who has the tools. And who challenges all those obstacles. Just to get to your treasury. Do not let them go. They are not deceitful. They want to hold your soul in their hands To cradle it like their own.