My lover is no bard

To be sure, my lover is no bard
compared me to a ‘flighty squirrel’!
I suppose…poetry must be hard?!?

“Shall I compare thee to pots of lard?
Thy worth is beyond that of the pearl.”
To be sure, my lover is no bard.

“My dearest, you ought not disregard
my sweetest gift of a green laurel.”
I suppose…poetry must be hard?

“You, my dearest, my senses have jarred,
please accept my heart without quarrel?”
To be sure, my lover is no bard…

Still I’ll hold him in quite high regard
I’ll love him more than I would an earl.
I suppose poetry must be hard.

“My heart is scarred. Please do not discard!”
His bardic genius may yet unfurl.
To be sure, my lover is no bard.
I suppose poetry must be hard!?!