Love for Money: A Tale of Two Hearts

D.W.Kadete.
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Love for Money: A Tale of Two Hearts


The first heart beats in a gilded cage,

Where ink and paper write every page.

It cherishes the rustle of a crisp, green note,

A velvet anchor for a drifting boat.

To this heart, passion is a calculated trade,

A debt to be settled, a bargain well-made.

It finds its warmth in the diamond’s cold fire,

Climbing a ladder of endless desire,

Where "I love you" is whispered in currency spent,

And peace is a ledger of monthly rent.


The second heart bleeds in a different hue,

Chained to the treasure it thought it knew.

It holds a red pulse, vibrant and deep,

But keeps it locked where the shadows creep.

Bound by a padlock, wrapped in a chain,

It traded its sunlight for financial gain.

It sits on a mountain of silver and gold,

Yet shivers in silence, increasingly cold.

For the weight of the riches it carries so high,

Has smothered the beat and silenced the cry.


Two hearts in a dance on a narrow, thin line,

One seeking a status, one seeking a shrine.

One embraces the wealth with a lover’s soft gaze,

Lost in the glow of a materialistic haze.

The other is captive, a prisoner of greed,

With more than it wants, but less than it needs.

A tale of two spirits, both hungry and lone,

Building a kingdom, but sitting on stone.

Copyright ©️ by D.W.Kadete 


Weaving together the poem and the concept of "Love for Money: A Tale of Two Hearts." We live in a world where money often takes center stage. It's the engine of commerce, the key to comfort, and for many, a measure of success. But what happens when our relationship with money transcends practicality and veers into something more profound – a love, a devotion, a binding force?


"Love for Money: A Tale of Two Hearts," explores this complex relationship through a striking juxtaposition.


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The first image speaks to a perceived ideal: a radiant figure embracing a heart made of money, bathed in a shower of falling bills. There's a sense of peace, contentment, and perhaps even joy in this embrace. It represents a perspective where money is a source of security, happiness, and a fulfilling life. This is "The first heart beats in a gilded cage," finding comfort and warmth in financial abundance. It's the dream of prosperity, where every desire seems within reach, bought and paid for.


But then, turning to the second image, a stark and perhaps unsettling contrast. Here, a vibrant red heart, symbolizing love and life itself, is bound by heavy chains and secured with a padlock, all resting on stacks of currency. The hands holding it appear almost trapped, the candlelit background casting long shadows. This image delves into the darker side of an unchecked devotion to money.


As the poem describes:


The second heart bleeds in a different hue, Chained to the treasure it thought it knew. It holds a red pulse, vibrant and deep, But keeps it locked where the shadows creep.


This isn't just about having money; it's about being owned by it. The chains signify not just protection of wealth, but also the bondage it can impose. When the pursuit of riches overshadows all else, the very heart of who we are can become imprisoned. Love, joy, connection – the intangible values that truly enrich life – can be sacrificed at the altar of material gain.


The "Tale of Two Hearts" asks us to reflect on our own relationship with money. Are we like the first heart, finding genuine satisfaction and using our resources to build a better life? Or do we risk becoming the second heart, wealthy in possessions but impoverished in spirit, bound by the very things we accumulate?


There's a crucial difference between appreciating the utility of money and allowing it to define our worth, dictate our happiness, or enslave our soul. True fulfillment often lies not in the amount we possess, but in the freedom, purpose, and connection we cultivate – values that no amount of money can truly buy or replace.


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