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My Lovely Lady
My lady, thou are't more lovely than thou seem to think'th
To compare thine to the stars t'would be a sin,
For the stars are cold and distant,
Where as thou are't always warmly smiling close to myself and others
To compare thine eyes to the moon t'would be a sin,
For though the moon is Soft and silver, it holds a cold light
All the same, I find thy blazing eyes that holds the fire of dragons all the more pleasing
To compare thine laughter to that of an angels t'would be a sin
For in thy heavens the angel make their home
Yet when I hear the sounds of thine merith, I take notice that the heavens make their home in thou
To compare thine to the loveliest creature I have ever had the pleasure to meet, there would be no need
For she is standing right in front of me, and I am speaking to her