I tried to buy your pretty heart,
But the price is too high, a work of art.
With pockets full of fleeting dreams,
I reached out, hoping to redeem.
I searched for coins, both gold and silver,
To prove my love, my heart’s deliver.
Yet, your heart’s worth defied my grasp,
A treasure hidden, an elusive clasp.
I offered riches, gems untold,
A castle grand, a crown of gold.
But you, my love, remained unmoved,
By lavish gifts, you were not wooed.
For in your eyes, I saw the truth,
Love cannot be bought, a priceless youth.
No wealth or fame could mend the rift,
That separates souls, a heartfelt gift.
The cost of love cannot be measured,
In material gains, it’s not tethered.
It blooms in moments, simple and pure,
A tender touch, a love so sure.
So, I release my hold on greed,
And realize love’s not a deed.
I’ll cherish you with all my might,
With love untarnished, burning bright.
For your heart’s worth exceeds all wealth,
A priceless gem, a love for self.
No price can bind, no riches can claim,
The love we share, an eternal flame.