How lucky is he alone with four?
Yet, I with one, am the luckier still.
Surrounded by beauty encompassed by the glow-
Yet, I with mine, shine the brighter still. 

Of him we shall speak of nothing more;
leaving he to his glorious skills;
for there comes three through yonder door-
yet, one remains aside, more beautiful still. 

And of the three the choice is hard;
Attention remains divided amongst until,
A head is turned- and with that, reward-
For that glimpse professes her beauty still.

And impressive it is as all must attest-
Some, would die for it, some would kill;
For all have their reasons and interests-
Yet, I alone remain, with that most beautiful still.

How lucky am I, divinely blessed-
No treasure chest is so filled;
As my heart must bear gospel and confess-
That, she each day, becomes more beautiful still.