A poor boy walks the quiet street,
With tattered shoes on weary feet.
No coins to spend, no gold to find,
But love, he seeks with heart and mind.
The stars above, they shine so bright,
A guiding glow in endless night.
He dreams of love, though torn apart,
A hidden treasure for his heart.
Through fields of sorrow, skies of grey,
He wanders on, both night and day.
For love, not riches, fills his soul,
A priceless dream to make him whole.
And though he’s poor, his spirit strong,
In love, he feels where he belongs.
For wealth is not the heart’s true way,
But love that grows with each new day.