What wealth by trade could your sweet love dispose,
Or yet, what belle usurp you as my lover?
That human bond we share bests sovereign gold;
The choicest lust but seems a paltry bother.
No earthly arms can hold the gifts we share;
No wonder of the world boasts better cause;
No plunder of the heart could tops the wares
That seem as gifts bestowed by doting gods.
Our love alone o’er sways all mortal worth
And by its’ truest form, shall know no price,
For all the fashioned bounties of this earth
Shall but that truth and beauty here deride.
Though chattels oft corrupt the soul of man—
Kokoro sums the worth of love’s command.
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