Neither diamonds, nor rubies, 
   Nor gems, so rare,
Can surpass your beauty,
   Not even compare;
No rose, or tulip,
   Or flower so sweet,
Is equal to you...
   Can't even compete;
Not one single wine,
   As aged it may be,
Is equal to you
   In all your glory;
All these, I think,
   But one thing must I say,
Perfection is what I think of you
   Every single day.