Though some thought her unworldly
I thought she was cute
I think not being wise
in the ways of the world
Is an attractive trait
It left her with an
air of innocence
Untainted by
convention
Some thought her a
mere frippery
I thought her beyond
price
But I was in a
minority of one
And to my great relief
I found
She was overlooked by
the rest
Which left this sweet
curiosity
Exclusively to me
She was my Tulip in an
onion field
My Daisy in a Rose
boquet
She is now my constant
companion
The love of my life
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