In a mansion where the chandeliers glow, Lies the heart's silent, sorrowful flow. Wealthy tapestries line the walls so tall, Yet in its halls, echoes of discord call. Golden goblets clink, but none with cheer, For joy has fled, replaced by fear. Riches abound, but love feels remote, As bitter words linger in each throat. What use are jewels and silken threads, When peace abandons the marriage bed? A kingdom of gold with a heart untied, Mayaman and malungkot, as tears preside.