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All that glitters is not gold.
This so many times I'm told.
But what is gold?
What is its cost?
Can it be measured
if all is lost?
Is it warm?
Is it cold?
Can it comfort
when we grow old?
Can it buy you love?
Can it bring you joy?
Is gold a commodity
that you heart can enjoy?
Can it say I love you
and dry a sorrows tear.
Will it grow more tender
year after year?
The gold that really glitters
is the gold that I see.
When you have entered a room
and your eyes see me.
Your eyes have the glitter
and oh how they do glow.
The wealth is in
the gold I see.
Found in the love
Between you and me.
Live and love each day
as though it were your last. |
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