I have never been rich before
But you have poured
Into my heart's high door
A golden hoard.

My wealth is the vision shared
The sympathy,
The feast of the soul prepared
By you for me.

Together we wander through
The wooded ways,
Old beauties are green and new
Seen through your gaze.

I look for no greater prize
Than your soft voice.
The steadiness of your eyes
Is my hearts choice.

I've never been rich before
But I divine
Your step on my sunlit floor
And wealth is mine!

~Anne Campbell