I offered thee mine hand;
And inside its grasp was the glory of Eden;
Scornfully thou didst stick up thine nose…
And I vowed I would find a more worthy woman.
With my dying breath I would avenge your blindness;
With my living breath I would up-end your harshness with kindness;
True treasure need only be discovered, for it is already aware of both its shine and value;
You- you just wanted freedom to decrease both our values;
But now thou art bankrupt and I have struck gold;
Thou formerly possessed the entrance to clock in to my love…
But one who has surpassed you hath punched in the code…
And you my dear-
Have been clocked out.