A millionaire for you and nothing more?
I think you've priced your beauty way too low!
Why, every smile you breathe would render poor
both richest man and Ordinary Joe.
Have you not seen the values rich men hold?
They cherish ambition, loveless and cruel,
which tenders beauty as it tenders gold,
coining base lucre from the sweetest jewel.
O, let your man be one who sees his prize
as you who illuminate his darkest hour
and then you'll be as happy as your eyes,
and that’s the sort that can't be bought with power.