I am impecunious
Born of three strikes
No beauty nor majesty
Will you accept me
Will you let me in
The benefit of us friends
Too beautiful to be sin
I will stand with you
Lift you for the world to see
The glory of your nature
To bask in your beauty
May I kiss you
One petal at a time
Until I cherish all 52
Inextricably intertwined
Yours with mine
For generations to come
Thy will shall be done