I watched the diamonds sparkle in the light
while waiting for the beauty, blonde and tall
The gold reflected everything in sight
when beauty came; I’d wait for her to call
my name. Her voice was comforting to me
And now I need her comfort, want her more
I want to hear, to touch her, and to see
her beauty like I’ve never seen before
No simile of jewelry can compare
with how I love her beauty, she can shine
more radiant than poetry. I’ll dare
complete her sonnet, hope that she’ll be mine
Dear Monica, my memories of you
are beautiful. I know that they are true.

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