I Am A Poor Little Boy In The Land Of Love

I am a poor little boy in the land of love Sans a single penny in my empty purse But yet I think, I am the richest boy in Earth For I have a lover, an entrancing little girl, Who loves me much like a baby adoring Its doll, and her love for me burns brighter, Than the broad daylight Sun, and explores Much deeper, than the Dynamic thoughts Of revered men. She blooms like the flowers In the celestial garden of my heart, spreading Her rosy fragrances, all over my burnt essence Yes, I am a poor little boy in the land of love Sans a single penny in my ever empty purse Yet, Riches wont aspire me, for in the hut of Rich love, I do reside contentedly evermore Ceaselessly unperturbed beside my rich heart Resting on my loves lap and caressing her hairs Pitying???. Those who lives in the rich mansion Never at peace within, Where dwells no love Beside their poor hearts, masked by the gold lust