In the depths of man's heart, where secrets reside,
Lies the power of choice, where destinies coincide,
Decisions made each day, with utmost care,
Shape the tapestry of life, beyond compare.

To yearn for prosperity, a common desire,
But beware, for not all that glimmers is pure,
The heart, tainted by success's poisonous sting,
May lose sight of purity, the ultimate spring.

The devil of money, an illusion of freedom,
Seducing with its charm, like an siren in rhythm,
But in its grasp, we may find ourselves bound,
To false ideals, where true love may not be found.

Gift me the present, the essence of your being,
Presented by the jewel of your presence, freeing,
For in the depths of my heart, your thought resides,
Living, breathing, loving, where passion abides.

I choose to love you without exception, my dear,
Guiding our hearts with clarity, crystal clear,
Seeking the chemistry, the connection untold,
Nurturing a love as pure as a baby dove's feathered fold.

Though prosperity beckons with its tempting call,
I yearn to cultivate a love, unbounded and tall,
For in our love, the devil is money's disguise,
Holding me back from showing you, my love, in full guise.

Yet freedom, our guiding light, shines incredibly bright,
Illuminating the pathways of both traditional and wilder love's flight,
Hand in hand, we navigate the unorthodox styles,
Balancing passion and freedom, where our love's spirit smiles.

So let the depths of man's heart be ever explored,
For within lies the power, forever adored,
To make decisions that matter, shaping our destiny,
In love's embrace, where our souls truly find harmony.
© NightSwimThePoet