Classic Poem

1

My love's like the lilies
My love's like the roses
She's rich daffodillies
And pinks and sweet posies
She's the wealth of carnations
The flower of all graces
She's the pride of all nations
In bosoms and faces.

2

She's the sweetest thought present
The sweetest joy known
Both the King and the peasant
Love's language must own
She's the flower of all gardens
Linking falshood to stone
In natures awardings
Love[s] prize is her own.

3

She's the pride of the valley
The joy of the plain
Where summer winds dally
And bees hum their strain
Her skin's the white lily's
Her cheeks the red roses
Her dress daffodillies
And her breath the sweet posies.