Why compare who I love to anything (anyone) else.
Like comparing illness
With those who are in health.
Unworthy and pointless.

You are fair, like fair is you.
And you’re you within
And out. The eyes your own;
Strong and brown. The skin;
Shares that tan and tone.
Comparing you to you, revives passion anew.

Although being able to find things
Which are comparable to you is few.
Reality sings
Ultimately: “The best comparison is you.”

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