Materialism is not what I am
Perhaps because materials I have not
If the riches of the world should fide me
My love shall not be forgot
Or waxed or waned
Or twisted or wrought
Never changed
In strong stubbornness
Give me skin and give me bone
And allow me yours,
Take my wealth and take my home
And leave me you
No rolling estate have I to show you
If you allow I’ll open your eyes
You a garden that is true
May it take you by surprise
This garden of green
And seas of blue
Which few have seen…
We’ll own the world if I have you.
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