If sonnets and poems were all it took,
If words and rhymes truly were romantic,
Then I would give you them all by the book,
Like some sort of love-sickened heretic.
For you and your kindness inspire me,
Your intellect and wits are baffling,
And your beauty is quite the sight to see,
You far overcome any mortal thing.
A list of those that compare would be short,
And that same list would also be quite small,
For no others can, to you, quite report,
You, Little Bits, are much greater than all.
Even with every star in the night,
You are still, the most magnificent sight.
