Like a Priceless Diamond

By PoeticMeditations

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.


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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