Personally I preferred the first one better.
In order to make sure this does NOT ruin poems for you imagine a seven-year-old kid reading/writing this.
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With apologies to Shakespeare
The girl I love has eyes that are not bright.
Her lips are not as red as other things.
Her colour is not light like cold-rain white.
Her hair is like a not-pretty black something.
I see some pretty red and white rose
But no such pretty colour in her face
With her breath so close to me, I suppose
I rather have sweet water in its place
Her voice is fine, really, I like her sound,
But good-sound will sound much better, I thought.
She is not the most pretty girl around.,
She does not look as pretty as a god.
But still I think that my dear is not common.
I think she is the most beautiful woman.
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