True love is a four-leaf clover

Similar to all the rest

Yet delightfully different

Beside the next.

Hard to find and

Valuable indeed,

Sometimes a want

Sometimes a need

Ever-growing,

This thing so green

Lucky are those

To feel its gleam

Living amongst the average & dull

Is this beautiful thing few people can call

Their own, but we all

Wish to find this gem,

While others have it in front of them.

Rare, to say the least

May this phenomenon seem

Because true love is a four-leaf clover

So grab on before it leaves.