My love is much like gem of royal crown,
Appraised by fire that its luster would bring,
And though no throne, my heart has ever known,
With her around, I would feel like a king;
She is at par with but the very best,
Methinks, I am not far amiss to say,
That she is way ahead of all the rest,
If she be gold, the next in line is clay;
What else will aptly to my love compare,
Which would alongside her not seem so bleak,
Perhaps, a sweet cute bird, though not so rare,
That when caressed would touch back with its beak;
.....So many things of worth beneath the sky,
.....But I might find better compare up high.
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