No gold can bring the joy of bliss,
The heart's true happiness is this.
And when the heart is scarred with pain,
Like fragrant tea, love warms again.
No gold can match a dazzling glow,
Nor wealth nor glitter put on show.
All worldly riches turn to dust,
Without true love, they're plastic lust.
A pile of emeralds, though grand,
Is but a glass-built palace, bland.
Heavenly love is hard to define:
A crystal stream, a tale divine.
The mountain peaks, the stars above,
Inspiration – all are love.
No plastic rose, however fine,
Can match a heartfelt love divine.
Empty words are masks of wax,
Hiding hearts behind their acts.
Pearls are tears, sincere and bright,
Emeralds – tenderness and light.
Happiness and Joy
© Copyright: Анжелика Немцева, 2026
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