Fields of tulips
give no measure,
for finding out
the worth of treasure.
Nor do the dresses
Sewn by hand,
whose lace is meant
to satisfy man,
but yes, together,
the lace and the fields
can be sold for enough
to pay for your meals.
(Is that all they're worth?)

Perhaps, by night,
the lace has more power
with flesh and with voice,
but why lose your flower?
('Cause that's all you're worth.)