His Worth, My Words
I will not compare him to a summer's day,
Whose hug can be as warm.
I will not compare him to the moon,
Where I seek for light in the dark.
I will not compare him to a rainy day,
And seek shelter somewhere else.
I will not compare him to an abundant harvest,
Which I should be thankful.
Because he is beyond comparable to anything under the sun.
I tried comparing him to my words, but deeply failed.
For my words are nothing compared to him,
For my words are of no value,
And he is eternally priceless.
~fin
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Scattered Rhymes
PoetryTo love, to live, to write, to rhyme. ---- This is a compilation of all of the poems I have written in my years of existence. I have loved as I lived and then wrote poems with and without rhymes. ----
