Won't You Tell Me Kind Sir Poem by Ivan Lapikov

Oh won't you tell me once more,
You kind little sir?
What your greatest hearts desire just might be,
So I could fulfil it like one, two, three.

Trust me kind sir, no fee there shall be
You can trust me as surly as any there be
Oh my good sir fear sets you free
And none fear more than what I offer to thee

Money and riches I offer to thee
Or is it power and greed you shall ask of me?
Money or power or lust it can be
Oh I wonder which is it I will see

None of these three you shall ask of me?
Tell me my good sir, whatever could it be?
Ask whatever shall set your heart free
For this I shall fulfil to your hearts decree