Change Of Dreams

Change Of Dreams

I had dreams of future wealth it seems.
Silver and Gold all those material things.
I measured my treasures by my money,.
Now when I look back it seems so funny.

Power and money will always bring pain.
Worrying how much more you can gain.
Love is uniquely special it endures forever.
Free to receive and to be given to another.

No greater treasure could a man attain.
To receive love and then return the same.
Money will buy you power and its fame.
Love is a treasure for our hearts to retain.

A more sweeter love I have never known.
My darling friend I wrote you this poem.
Remember these words I have spoken.
I promise your heart will never be broken..

BY: Kings

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