Poetry / The Gold Rush Of Love

The Gold Rush Of Love

Whether love is a drop in a stream,

Maybe just a  pool or a lake

In the gold rush of love,

Your love means everything

You can find it in any place

Love glittered in every stream

When a fool’s love is fake

Even if you were rich,

It still doesn’t mean a thing

Just like in the gold rush days

Where that yellow rock, for some, meant everything

They were searching for riches in gold

Digging in mountains high and low

Pan handlers were in the creeks and streams

Some found their mother lode

And they still didn’t find anything

People were headed out west

When people heard of that rush

Some people had died

Just searching for a little gold dust

When they heard the Rush…

Is when people went North of  Nome

Many people there froze to death

Lost in the quiet cold

When a man has himself to address

A man find himself alone

He can hear his heart beating in his chest

Everything is different than it was

He’s willing to work himself to death

When he starts hearing that buzz

He start looking right to left

That’s is when his gold turn to rust

This is the Gold Rush of love

There is a lady

No man has ever known

Men come and say come save me

I can’t make it on my own

You’re such a pretty lady

I’ll build you a big home

Just for you and all of our babies

If I can have you for my own

To her, all of their gold turns to dust

In their smiles, she could see only lust

They were rich ravens dressed as doves

Their hearts and minds were just a bust

She was searching in the gold rush of love

He was just a man

Who had headed out west

Trying to get share of gold to rise

He was doing his best

Still he was barely getting by

He was caught in the rush

He knew some people had died

Just searching for a little bit of gold dust

When they heard the Rush…

Some people went north to  Nome

He heard, many people have froze to death

As the man digs he find himself alone

He can hear his heart beating in his chest

Everything is different than it was

That is when the gold he was searching turn to rust

This is the Gold Rush of love

He loved this woman

But he knew he didn’t have a chance

He didn’t have enough gold

To place a ring on her hand

He didn’t have a mine of gold

He didn’t even know how to dance

But he loved her so

She was more precious, than gold ever was

They became friends, they didn’t talk about gold

They talked about things

They could feel in each other’s touch

They both could feel the rush

They got married and they live in small home

Where there isn’t much

Because they’re each other’s gold

The gold rush of love

Cary

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