There were pearls about her slender neck,
a garnet graced her arm
her eyes reflected sapphire blue
I marveled at her charm.
The nighttime moon was opal white
against the onyx sky.
Her lips so ruby red touched mine
formed a diamond in my mind.
She was young and oh so tender,
nice to view, a touch of splendor,
Friends asked what, in oft debate,
she saw in that aged reprobate.
They pondered how to guide her fate,
to cause this romance to abate.
There is no way you can relate.
Your life, they said, is so sedate.
She fingered necklace, stroked her furs,
smiled that winsome glance of hers,
said: when time comes for last probate,
he came to me with full rebate.