I could compare my Love to that god Zeus.
But god he is not in the least of ways.
Or say he always puts his brain to use,
But even that is hard to prove some days.
I could say that at him alone I look
But to utter those words would be a lie;
I could say that one glance was all it took
For him to steal my heart and make me sigh.
I could say such things as would paint my Love
To be the sort of man of which girls dream.
But all these things are lies by heav’n above
For at times he can’t make my own eyes gleam.
Of all that I could say, the truth is this:
My man, my Love, is all mine, and I’m his.
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