It knows not the world's ways,
it wants to do what it says,
Alas! time is a teacher who teaches the heart well,
You  dear heart, need to learn it and dwell,
Love and value are only for those,
who get the big bucks home.
those who bore you and those who now bear you,
will only shine for you when you make them sit
on velvett and expensive faux fur,
and a your loving salutations will be just like the air,
there but invisible to all who are blinded by the luxuriant glare,
You can all but lay yourself at their feet,
give them your precious time and love sweet,
but nothing like diamond or a foreign trip
to get that benevolent smile or that warm grip.
Love is but a good that can be bought and lost
with a fluttering of a paper note .......