Years ago I often thought,
That love could be sold or bought.
Any price would do,
As long as it was me leaving with you.
But then I noticed the way you walked,
And I was floored by your wondrous smile.
Your eyes flecked golden, crinkled at the sides of your laugh,
And I realized that to know you was to be in love.
And that was tough,
Because no amount of money
Would ever be enough.
that gray area 