My walls shine bright with many honors great.

My neck is weighed with medals of all sorts.

I win so much that it’s been called my fate,

Or such has been the thing this world reports.

Yet what I win is nothing to compare

To love which seems to live with angels true.

So, search for angels’ love I’ll try to bare,

Although I know the one I’ll find is you.

My medals, golds that gleam, shimmer, and shine,

And wealth untold that stays in secret store,

All that I’d give to have you truly mine,

All that I’d give, and then I’d offer more.

If you were mine then I’d no need for gold.

If you were mine my greatest prize I’ve won.

Now angel dear if I may be so bold,

I promise you that you my heart shant shun.

My dearest prize shall be your angel heart,

To always carry, even when we part.