O, my dear and treasured friend,
Your compliments, they never end!
Beguiled and charmed, all abloom,
I pirouette around the room—
Humbly dance self-consciously
Through every stanza giddily;
Then stop to see, beyond compare,
You, most sanguine French trouvère—
Magnanimous sagacity
Borne on wings of dignity;
But of your premise, I must divest—
'Tis you, my dear—thou art the best!