Perfection
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.
