You chase the glint, the shimmer, the shine,
A promise of riches you claim as mine.
Eyes fixed on treasures, hearts set on gold,
But warmth or love? That story’s old.

Every step closer, a glimmered intent,
Eyes like jewels, but hollow, spent.
Laughter crafted, a sweet disguise,
In the vaults of wealth, your spirit lies.

Soft words drip like honey’s lure,
But love’s not something you’d endure.
A throne of wealth, a crown of gems,
Your loyalty shifts as fortune bends.

Yet beyond the gold and glittered dream,
There’s a hollowness, a silent scream.
Riches fade and diamonds fall,
What’s left behind? Just empty halls.

For hearts aren’t bought and souls aren’t sold,
In endless quests for bars of gold.
The sparkle fades, the shadows grow,
Leaving nothing but a cold, hollow glow.

Seek all you want, the riches gleam,
But love can’t be forced to fit your scheme.
One day, perhaps, you’ll see the cost
Of love’s pure light, forever lost.

In endless grasp for golden days,
The heart you once had slips away.