- Por. All this gold, yet nothing compares to you
All this beauty, yet nothing is truer than you
I rub the lamp in superstition
The wish is called in ambition
In hopes that our love grows a thousand times more
All that I am is better when I am with you
Only the shooting stars know my heartache
Virtuous, beauty, richness, and friends is all that I have
My soul within seeks for agreement from you or I will deteriorate
A woman stands before you
let her guide you for I know just as much as you do
That we are each other's halves
I was not born to be yours
But my smile reaches infinity when I look at you
I will not change nor kneel to submission
But I will not stunt our love in this proposition
As we transform together,
our roots will settle in this mansion
Let's put greed aside
And Intertwine our veins to bleed as one
Our love is confined to a ring
My heart I fear, is water in your hands
Let it slip between your fingers
And we will never get the chance
To keep our promise, let the bling