For Everything Else There Is Mastercard
No dollar bill or 'Mastercard' can pay
For pleasure found within your loving eyes
As lips first meet revealing passions' sighs,
The price of love I feel for you today.
Mere coinage has no grace or worldly charms,
A rose, no beauty set beside your heart,
For I can see no finer painted art
Than gently holding you within my arms.
If ne'er I see your raptured smile again
No 'Lawyers4you' who will compensate,
Nor breath of air could ever liberate
So never shall I even think of then.
No dollar bill or 'Mastercard' can pay
the price of love I feel for you today.
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