Requiem.
He was, no doubt, a mil-no, a bil- nay, a gazillionaire, And she, as plain as the fields could be, Their interests one sided - he could only gaze, Laze upon the thought that was her. He was sure of one thing, though.. He'd never know what peace felt like , ever again. All the wealth he had, and all that he would ever gain, it mattered little to him - for he'd found something. Something, that for the first time in his life, would forever be out of his reach. He was no fool - Oh no, sire, He was a complete idiot! And thus he thought, and think he did - rather foolishly so! The only way to gain peace of mind , in his mind, would be to let her go And the mad man that he was, devised a plan finally. What was it? He'd drop a coin, or any currency that he had, every time a thought stole his mind. He'd place it on whatever was in front of him - so you can imagine the plight of his associates, who knew that the seed of madness took him