How does a man describe perfection,
To note more than beauty of another’s reflection?
Were, I, mere mortal, sublime elegance to seek,
Be blinded by the vision, your charms bespeak?
The fire in your eyes, your lust for life,
Conceals no pretentions, nay, your love be rife.
To capture your heart, a challenge unmet,
Should many pursue, but no winner as yet.
Do you hide from suitors, in fear of amour,
Or live in the shadows awaiting one you adore?
Stand fast to your dreams, your visions to see,
Open your heart, set its wonders to be free.
Accept true love offered, duration its value,
Assaults on your person, to the pain say adieu.
Love of yourself, your first ever romance,
May pleasure and joy within heart ever dance.
Free of constraints, soul’s voice sing your love,
Echos like thunder, roiling in clear sky above.
Your beauty beyond ken, your heart so rare,
Would one such as I, ever think less to care?