Pirates often take grapes from vines
When the fruits of love taste so divine
Ownership is of no concern
They bury treasures later upturned
They make cryptic maps, with subtle glues
They sail their ships, filled with booze
Wine, woman and song, their daily pleasure
Some would say, is that not the treasure?
If a woman would give you a kiss
Would not all treasure be amiss?
For real treasures you keep in your heart
And never let real lovers to part!!
Oh but a treasure map is and enticing thought
If it leads to places you thought naught
So here I lay a treasure before you
Never has a golden treasure been so true