I heard you are an unbeliever
To glitters of golds and silvers;
Unmoved by the twinkling stars
And not after size or shape…
But a complimenting give and take
From an affable jolly soul
That might not be as white as snow.
I heard that your expectations
Are both of genuine emotion
And a right mix that pays the tax
Surrounded by a frozen wax
Deep inside you is a sheer wine
Flowing with an elixir of life
Calling on me to call you my wife.