The congressman said, "Who, being loved, is poor?"
From the moment it broke, dust in windows allure
In the land full of people with wealth, crystal pure
Love embraces someone who's left with pain to endure
And not who tranquilizes time
In which love is the greatest wealth of the mind

This land is cursed, material riches define worth
For someone who cries for love
It is the treasure
We have from birth
But opulence equalizes a person's story
A gemstone that'll burn for it is temporarily

In memories we hold, in chapters we fold
Through happiness and sadness, love is present
In destined endings, wealth comes burning
But love is attained
Starting from when we learned accumulate
Love is permanent
No one can replace
And it is what defines our fate

Love is for the one's who appreciate
Whether they are full with suffering or enjoyment
And a brief reminder
That love is the wealth
It is the one we should adore
The answer is clear for the question
Who, being loved, is poor?
No one
For love is the treasure that makes life valuable