On Capturing Your Beauty
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My days revolve around grasping beauty
So hard to capture in words,
So magnificently manifested in one.
Plucking my palate from the sky,
Iíll try to paint a portrait of adoration.
And what a failure it will be.
Thereís no auburn soft enough
To portray your silken hair,
Nor emerald bright enough
To capture that feeling
Those jeweled eyes give to me.
If only I could find that perfect porcelain shade
To model your angelic tincture,
And the enrapturing texture to match.
If I could but borrow the songbirdís sweetest melody
To recreate your voice inside of me.
Would that I could ensnare a glimmer of sunshine
To use in capturing the radiance of your smile
Upon my heart.
And even if this painting could
Remotely resemble you
The most important aspect
Would be amiss forever:
Your immortal soul,
For which I have fallen,
Like a dove struck from the sky,
Landing gently in ecstasy.
So forgive me my love,
For my failure
In portraying you successfully.
I am but a simple dove,
Gazing at something so much more.