Gold so glitters than any gem that doth shine, Effulgently than lanterns of night skies, Dazzlingly than a moon kissed shoreline, But nears not my seraph's opalscent eyes. Yes, so fresh are the waters of the Nile, With exuberance of a silken Moon, But nears not my seraph's vivacious smile, That tends to draw all that doth breath to swoon. Yet I know: "Velvety isΒ Heaven's chin, Whose frickles bear such a novelty luster But nears not my seraph's unblemished skin; More fair than them in a wondrous cluster.
So true love is but a gem that doth shine, With a luster that at one's soul doth twine.