I greet your heart, with the glow of my eyes,
To tell you a story, just listen,
There once was a man, with a dollar in hand,
He didn't spend it, he was waiting for his Misses.
Ragged his clothes,
His face oh so old,
The dollar to mask, a heart full of gold,
-To walk the earth, no buckle to shine,
Till the day the Misses- 'My heart and she's mine.'
So, just like our eyes, that are willing to try,
Here's my heart, oh Misses,
My mask to unveil us,
Now I am your prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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