3/2/11
Your Minnesotan accent makes me laugh.
As do your stories, antics, clever thoughts.
And you’re as smart as Plato, though abashed
When ever in your talents you are caught.
Of entertainment there is ne’er an end
With you as my companion, what a lark!
You have become a dear, respected friend.
And what is more you’re handsome, tall, and dark…
But all your virtues might but be for naught,
If not for the best virtue that you’ve got.
That is your kindness; sweet and gentle heart;
Your love of man; your true chivalrous part.
This is the mark—genuine gentility—
That makes you all the dearer, dear, to me.
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