A Lupus sat on a log
The log's bark was trivial
But incomparable, like love
Incontinent, heaven sent, tell me where the money went
And one day it will all
Be yours, my love
Hoopa! cried the choreographer
Lost in amaze of anguished serendipity
Pippity, bippity boo
This yoke is on you
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The serendipity to know where the money went was my wish you. Nice poem, deep, short but sound.