Who can compare the love of two,
That pair that doth glisten in dew,
'Ere a slime which comfort,
That blossomed at DeMontfort.
Eyes of crystal or sky,
God could not define,
Yet when he saw them,
He say, 'Oh she fine'.
But who is this he?
A man of such beauty,
Eyes of tender warmth,
Secrets hide in choco' broth.
Thence did they meet,
Each on canteen seat,
A nuclear fission,
Set for collision.
For who could have known,
The love that would show'n,
A manling and maiden,
"Very nice."
So there she goes,
A tender, thorny rose,
Aloft in her lippeths,
As she canters and winnies,
And there standeth he,
Dropped to his knee,
A sea does he weep,
So full of love for she.
Erect is my heart,
At this glorious union,
Unsinkable ship.