I gave my heart away for free,
No ribbon, box, no guarantee.
I thought it small—a simple thing,
Like petals dropped from early spring.
But oh, what treasure now I hold,
More rare than diamonds, more than gold.
A love returned, so fierce, so true,
It paints my empty skies in blue.
The world may trade in coin and stone,
Yet none could buy what I’ve been shown.
For though I paid no worldly price,
I’ve found a gift beyond all vice.
The price of love, it cashed in dreams,
In whispered nights and moonlit beams.
A fortune hid in quiet grace
Your hand in mine, your warm embrace.
So let them ask what love is worth,
And measure hearts in weight or girth
I’ll smile and say, without a fee,
The richest gift was loving me.
About the Creator
Arbab Haider
As an author, I am captivated by the human experience, diving deep into the complexities of relationships and the emotions that define our lives. My writing journey began with a simple desire to tell stories that resonate with readers.
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