Behold in me one richer than a king,

Richer than Croesus was or Solomon,

Aye, richer even than a Rockefeller.

And lo! the gilded portals of my palace

Are thrown wide open, and the spacious vaults,

Staked full of treasures even to o’erflowing

Remain unguarded, and I welcome thee

To enter and partake of all my riches.

My palace is my heart; my wealth, my treasure

Is love, immeasurable, boundless love.