In the glow of gold and silver’s gleam,
Dreams are woven in a silent stream.
Promises whispered, both bold and sly,
Guiding hearts with a lavish sigh.
Coins clink in a dance of fate,
Opening doors that silently wait.
Yet in shadows, the truth may hide,
Not all that glitters is the guide.
Crisp notes flutter like autumn leaves,
Building empires, while some deceive.
A measure of worth, a fleeting friend,
Binding ties that seldom mend.
In the quiet of the nightâs embrace,
Riches ponder their own true place.
For in the end, it’s love we chase,
Beyond the glint of wealth’s embrace.