The allure of ‘what ifs’,
ungratefully moves, outside her niches,
to break or make a dreamer’s riches;
Her sweet fragrance to clog the air,
O mistress blind, lovely and fair.
Walking his truth, his ground unmoved,
so the clouds of gold, the gowns, the stones;
unequalled home where lies his thrones.
The sweat, the pain, the love he knows,
his seeds shall sprout the finest meadows.
Encountered chance of opposite worlds.
Her smile that promises those diamonds rare,
but strength he grips, revealed his share.
The gladness pure, his heart that holds,
breaks down her guard, her shield unfolds.
You fought to keep such virtuous light,
What might, what courage! Ihre Zufriedenheit.