If I compared you to a sweaty sock
The one that helps to win a marathon
If I compared you to a dull, flat rock
The one to build my hopes and dreams upon
If I compared you to a little bug
The honey bee who makes my mornings sweet
If I compared you to a broken jug
The buried, priceless treasure 'neath my feet
If I compared you to a black rain cloud
The one that saves my life and ends a drought
If I compared you to a noise so loud
The sound of angels' trumpets soothing doubt
Because you live and breathe upon this Earth
I find more things around me that have worth.
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