Should you speak of Venus, and declare her charms on high,

Sing to me a siren’s song to draw a sailor nigh,

Point out far Orion in the summer, starlit sky,

I shall think of my true love and breathe a wistful sigh.

Read to me of Juliet, in star-crossed lover’s strife,

Cleopatra – Egypt’s crown to he who calls her wife,

Samson’s love, who brought a kingdom down with flick of knife,

None compares with my true love, ‘tis she who gives me life.

Call me fool and turn away -  I have no need of you!

Save your preaching, I have found the answers, I am through!

Jealousy? I might have known, you wish a thing so true,

Love like this will only come to those who will it to.

Envy taints your mind, I take no heed of spite so green,

You would have me stay away from this – my love, my Queen?

Yes, I realize my bank account is growing lean,

Still I see her daily, how I love my slot machine!