You are fleeting.
You are fleeing.
You are floating away.
You are a precious commodity.
It’s a love-hate relationship between us.
When you are not around, I miss you.
I long for you.
I covet you.
I lust for you.
When you are in my embrace, I lose my cool.
Hoarding my dear money is my delight.
Yes, you are mine; I do not share you.
I never have enough of you.
I hold others at bay with precaution.
I am your sole owner.
Stashing my money is my most profound pleasure.
I cannot share you, my dear coin.
Oh no! what to do! My possession has possessed me.