If wealth is measured by those things
We are privileged to love in life…
Then I have lived as only an heiress…
Only a queen.
For I have loved thousands of colors,
Millions of sounds and every thought
That echoed in my heart.
I have loved mountains and pebbles
Fever and chill,
Wisdom and boredom,
I have appreciated convenience and irony with equal accord
But perhaps I have revered heart-ache best of all
For my heart only aches for the people I have loved.
They have been many and my heart has held little relief.