You are fleeting.

You are fleeing.

You are floating away.


You are a precious commodity.

Dear money!

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.