Stuff your money I don't want it
your cash would not interest me to stay
neither would any present you bought me
it would make me just walk away
Forget about your looks they won't help you
not to snare the heart of this man
beauty comes from within you see
and not from some pot or can
It isn't about the size of your body
you base to much on the size of your chest
while it might snare you some looks and stares
it does not mean that you are the best
Your bank balance will only snare thieves
your looks and body those who want to hurt you
inner beauty can last forever
when you die you can take it with you
So remember this if you will
it's not about bodies or wealth
personality can trump all that
and it's also better for your health
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem