Buy Me, My Love Poem by Tom Navarro

Buy me, my love
With a smile, flouride white
Bribing shine for me to write
Brand my memory with a joyous face.

Buy me, my love
With a touch, but not so much
I'm an item, no voice to demand
For a feeling as old as shifting sand.

Buy me, my love
Not a coin, but a thought
Fruit of all good between us
A place in memory is real estate.

Buy me, my love
No takers for true love
Took me a fortune
To buy me, guide me.