She loved a poor man, very, very poor;
His only gold two words: “I”, ending with “adore.”
He could not change to wealth his little change,
Nor say that word “adore” to sound some strange.
Her family said, “No, this is not good”;
Her friends shook heads, in disbelief;
But she was like an angel where she stood,
And would not let true hearts fall into grief.
And so they loved with love that was so true
That never any day was sad or blue,
And all her family saw her face’s light,
And all her friends heard him great poems recite.
And thus this world learned at last, with awe,
True adoration has more gold than all.

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