Minds gone,
while you sat on your lovely throne,
leaving us love prone.
Your beauty would soften
the hardest diamond stone.
Then you wouldn't want to wear it,
you might even despair it.

You'd probably figure it was cheap,
and throw it in the trash heap.
Someone else would grab it and keep.
But this is neither here nor there,
the way your sweet love would dare.
Break down cold hearts,
give them warm loving starts.
Even a diamond in the rough
would catch it tough,
and the guys wouldn't get enough.

All the guys heads are spinning,
and there hair is thinning,
you got them darn near love sinning.
However this is alright,
it's just the romantics birthed right,
as they sat and admire
your lovely sight.

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