More pure than diamond you are,
Fuller of life than emeralds;
And rubies can’t be precious more
Than you, my sweetheart, in the morn.
More tender than a shadow touch
While wind’s fond kisses trembling leaves;
More graceful than a gleaming stream
Dancing between wet happy rocks.
And you’re lonely like the sun –
Not lonely! But the only one!
One Rhyme
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2025
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