Myself

As Heaven and Hell,

I have no wealth. 

My soul is rich, dear,

Take my self.

In place of thrones,

I offer bones

Superior to 

Precious stones. 

Unlike

Gems and wreaths of gold,

My care for you

Cannot be sold.

It seems to me

Cruel blasphemy

To treat a goddess

As a queen.

This poem is about: 
Me

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