indescribable

(if i could write the beauty of your eyes and in fresh numbers number all your graces, the age to come would say, ‘this poet lies; such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces’ – shakespeare)

 

endless array floating away

no words are adequate to say

i know all words have been made up

i think this poet’s been set up

given such beauty to describe

existing words but compromise

 

i could make up some brand new words

but even those would not be pure

enough to show what’s been bestowed

so everyone will truly know

the cadence of your radiance

inflecting tones in perfect tense

 

at your conception God appeared

(amid the chortles of shakespeare)

perfected beauty in your form

(cause all of language can’t perform)

its duty to aptly describe

your face where even beauty sighs

 

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