Your eyes flash with a fire
That shames that of sapphire
Your skin is from the mould
That poured the purest gold
Your hair is of a glory
Darker than the finest ebony
Your charm will never fade
Like that of an Indian jade
I need no tear in a pond
To compare to a diamond
Because your lips are ruddy
Redder yet than any ruby
Your smile glows so silvery
It cannot be rivaled by ivory
You’ve been made more perfect
Than the best crafted garnet
So like the jewels of the bold
Much too valuable to be sold
You have been made to be
Very very precious to me
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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