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 sustains.
And charm bracelets, though sweet and light,
Are naught compared to love's pure sight.

O pearl necklace, soft as moonlit stream,
Thy white glow pales beside the beam
Of virtue’s glow, that ever shines
And marks thee with celestial signs.
For pearls may gleam, and diamonds too,
Yet cannot match what love can do.

A rose-gold ring may kiss thy hand,
But what is gold, or metal grand,
When thou art like a rose in bloom,
Thy beauty chased away the gloom?
And diamond necklace, though it gleams,
Is but a trinket in thy dreams,
For love and grace, they are the key
To beauty’s truest mastery.

And though men’s wedding bands may tell
Of love’s strong bond, they cannot quell
The glow of joy that love inspires,
A brighter flame, a thousand fires.
In jewelry stores, their goods abound,
But inner beauty’s never found
Upon a shelf, nor can it be
Contained within a treasury.

Gold chains, though heavy, rich with might,
Cannot bind beauty’s truest light.
And fashion jewelry, while it’s worn,
Is but a garment, soon outworn.
Yet body jewelry, bold and bright,
Though it adorns, gives no delight
If beauty’s flame does not reside
Within the heart, a light untried.

So, sweet cremation jewelry fine,
Though ashes keep love’s fire divine,
The beauty held within thy soul
Doth far outshine that golden bowl.
For even turquoise jewelry blue,
Though bright, cannot compare to you.
And bridal jewelry, though so dear,
Fades when true love is held near.

Thus, doth thy beauty, sweet and clear,
Shine far beyond these jewels here.
For men’s rings and their grand array,
Are but distractions on the way
To finding that which truly glows,
The beauty that within thee grows.

So let the world with silver, shine,
With diamond glint and golden line;
Yet none of these shall ever see
The beauty of what’s born in thee.