I am for sure a
wealthy man & never having to be told,
In you my beloved,
I have treasures of value to behold,
Of silver-tinkling
laughter & gold passion of molten fire,
Lips of ruby red,
eyes, one emerald, one of cyan sapphire.
You´ve rose-silken
cheek & braided hair of golden brocade,
Diamond teardrops upon
pillow, where gentle head was laid,
Soft, your velvet fingered
touch, rests tenderly upon my brow,
My love, what riches
with your love, do upon me, you endow?
Beloved, I have nothing
in this big world, but I have only you,
I am considered a poor
man, by far more folk than mere few,
But I know, that I
am the wealthiest man on this earth alive,
In you I´m blessed
with a treasure, for which all men would strive.
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