Jewels, gold and gems, oh what strength they posses,
Yet only to greed and illusions of avarice must they confess,
They can mend broken hearts, though only so little,
As to procure a pardon from their lover; unjustified acquittal,
Money may buy momentary forgiveness to a wrong,
In the end, only loves turning tides may absolve fault for long,
Strive for a balance of wealth and love in life,
Otherwise out of your back may be protruding a knife.
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