No my love, forget me not,
give pity to this poor man that am I,
for the riches of this world have evaded me
and escaped my meager grasp.
If it is gold you desire,
then you my love have an endless supply,
for my heart is of the purest gold
and I give it all to you
It shall never tarnish,
nor will it ever grow old.
It has an endless supply,
fueled by my love for you.
So turn not your eye from me,
For he will just cause you hurt and pain.
He won’t love, like I love you
and you have everything to loose
and nothing to gain.
So look to me this day,
And I promise you this heart of mine.
J. Allen Wilson © 2003
11-21-2003 / Tybee Island, Georgia