Pride, Prejudice and Poetry

The Jewel Of My House

The jewel of my house is the most precious of all in the land

She is a ruby at the lips and a sapphire at the eyes

Her skin is smooth as mother of pearl and bright as opal

Her conversion is of diamond and cut from a strong carrot

There is always a sparkle in her eye and a smoothness to her dress

Gold could not buy such heritage and I would not try

When I had a jewel so stunning before me

I glance over my newspaper with an inward smile

No gentleman reveals his affections so lightly as that

But my wife is the jewel in my crowd running the house behind the scenes

While I attend to business and the lands I rent

She is a beautiful crystal and will give me a diamond heir