Gems lose shine on you;
a gift to you is like
taking coal to the coal mine;
bringing cutlery to Sheffield,
as you are the Gods very own
Treasure Cove and it takes
all my life marveling at you
and your priceless smile,
sparkles like diamonds set
and now let us go for a walk,
hand in hand dreaming of moon,
and I pray, you forgive me this time,
for I forgot the present for your birthday.