Cf. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 75, Robert Frost, and S. E. Hinton
To say that you are my dear golden girl Would be a tired cliché and would be wrong You are yourself, neither golden nor mine I cannot grasp you, but I honor you
To say that you are my dear golden girl Would be an exercise in futility A metrical line in ten syllables Wholly inadequate for any purpose
To say that you were my dear golden girl - Perhaps it was so in some other world
Meme-ing from Shakespeare's Sonnet 75, Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay," and S. E. Hinton's THE OUTSIDERS