Gems on you lose their shine,
And hence a gift to you
Equals taking coal to a coal mine—
Not speaking of cutlery to Sheffield.
You always remain God’s very own—
To discover so, it took all my life,
Constantly marveling your priceless smile
Sparkling like a diamond set
And now let us go out, dear, for a walk,
Dreaming about moon, hand in hand.
I pray you forgive me,
For I forgot your birthday,
Not to speak of those earthly gifts.
Will they match your lovely charm?
