A rhyme is when two things collide
And in their hearts agree
That close together they reside
Upon the same bright sea
That in their essence is the same
Light shining ev’ry way
So much they share, share all but name,
That ‘like they are, we say
For this I cannot but conclude
That when it comes to me
Naught else, I think, could be construed
Than that I rhyme with thee