In my heart my very heart,
I wish I was something you call is gold,
Something you treasure long,
Till the day you go bald...
Everyday turns out cold,
With a mighty try; not so bold...
Of us very us & ourselves,
Even if you grow to be or not to be fond,
As long as this life decides to fold,
Forever now, together I hold,
Sorrow, laughter or whichever found,
With a cheery smile ever so told...