...I am now sold!

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...

Because to the world, I am now sold!

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