Forbidden

If I were asked to swap you girl

For a zillion tons of pearls

Before the offeror

I would chant “Your gems I do not want.”

And should he think I can’t resist

His gift for which most mortals wish

My prized rhetoric would then flow

“Take all your treasures friend and go.”

And should he still confront me, friend

And make his offering once again

At his cold persistence I would laugh

And frankly tell him, “Friend back off.”

Our friendship is a gift divine

Worth more than a zillion gem filled mines

We therefore shall not trade our love

Or in any shameful deals indulge.