You are so beautiful to me .
Speaking of gems , nor do I liken any
Priceless gems to you ,
Because all gold or silver
In view of you is just a little sand .
She has the splendor of her never
Yields to sleep .
All good things come to me
In her company
And all those countless riches
In her small hands .
I love my sunshine on my shoulder .
By Brock
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