LIKE A PRICELESS DIAMOND
Like a priceless diamond is my one true love,
But I have naught a penny to offer for her thoughts,
For my station is low: hers from high above.
I have only words to woo with; lays that I have wrought.
Though poor indeed, I possess with words vast wealth
Making me richer than any bejeweled, gold-crowned king.
Treasures untouched by moth, rust or thieving stealth,
These priceless words of love and honor I humbly bring
In lieu of costly trinkets to catch her eye.
I who have not a single farthing to my good name.
My moth-eaten cloak by moonlight’s glow disguise.
But being poor in love would be my greatest shame.