Every flower that dares bloom Should hide in shame Compared to your beauty.
Or if it dared to speak Should asked to be named “Kristie.” Truly.
Every ray sparkling from the sun Ought seek cover of night Next to your radiance.
Or if it could indeed run Should immediately take flight To avoid embarrassment.
Birds that sing Might wish to be silent For fear of losing tune.
Or suffer the sting Of singing beside one Whose voice makes angels swoon.
If a muse could have a muse I’m sure it would choose Inspiration from you.
Just as if I could choose 27 years later to again use My choice of spouse, I’d choose you.