Marty, the fair lady.
Marty, the fair lady. Oh, fairer light than diamond's gleam, Thy beauty shines, an endless stream. Not bound by rings that shimmer bright, But by thy heart, a purer sight. For engagement rings, though prized by all, Are but a shadow of thy thrall. Though bracelets gold and chains of pride Do clasp thy wrist, their gilded stride Cannot encase the boundless grace That blossoms in thy radiant face. What worth is gold, or diamond earrings rare, When in thine eyes such beauty doth declare? Thy beauty, pearl-like in its hue, Doth glitter like a necklace, true, Yet pearls and gems, though rich with light, Fade when compared to virtue's might. For vintage rings may catch the sun, But inner radiance is won Not by adornments, rich and rare, But by the kindness that you bear. Ah, wedding rings, those sacred bands, May bind two souls and join their hands, But thou art whole, without the need Of such a tethered love’s decree. For beauty lies not in such chains, But in the heart that love su...