I often find warmth underneath bedsheets
And treasures at the deep Sea’s trenches.
I often find delicious meal under flames
And ataraxis neath victory in every games.
I often find sweet passion floating in the air
And beauty beneath rocks and every hair.
I often find pleasure neath satisfaction
And a real joy beneath failed abarticulation.
I see reasons Almighty God created treasures
All underneath the circumpolar surfaces.
It is for the whole world to know your worth
And find you, in and underneath the heart.
It is dead on target, you are the worldwide fire
Accurately true, my treasure and sweet desire.