Your WEALTH burdens me poor,
Prithee me rich,
To sleep on thy satin decor -
Broken is my switch.
You sang your praises,
A different World -
With Wealth's crazes,
Under your wing I curled.
I know not of names,
To any of thy gems -
Colors of stricken dames,
Scarce of diadems.
May I meet the queen?
Her glory I must know;
She remains to be seen -
Under Wealth's woe.
Thy ring is on my hand -
And fear sits on my brow,
During the Wedding grand,
And who is happy now?
There are solaces to know,
When all that glitters is gold -
Along death's row,
O! - A marriage to behold!
Thy far treasure shall suffice,
With Wealth's spool -
Struck on a lady's vice,
While just a girl in school!
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
Your WEALTH burdens me poor,
Prithee me rich,
To sleep on thy satin decor -
Broken is my switch.
You sang your praises,
A different World -
With Wealth's crazes,
Under your wing I curled.
I know not of names,
To any of thy gems -
Colors of stricken dames,
Scarce of diadems.
May I meet the queen?
Her glory I must know;
She remains to be seen -
Under Wealth's woe.
Thy ring is on my hand -
And fear sits on my brow,
During the Wedding grand,
And who is happy now?
There are solaces to know,
When all that glitters is gold -
Along death's row,
O! - A marriage to behold!
Thy far treasure shall suffice,
With Wealth's spool -
Struck on a lady's vice,
While just a girl in school!
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