I figured I'd try this whole soppy love poem thing out. I need to find me a muse.
This isn't a poem, let's get that straight.
A poem couldn't do you justice.
There are no words to describe your eyes
No sonnets for your heart.
I went to view the paintings
And they were things of beauty.
But your reality is better than any fiction
I don't want a work of art.
I can't hang you up on a wall
Nor can I capture your heart within a frame.
Your beauty cannot be confined
Within a 9x12 space.
I can't tell you how much I love you
There is no book big enough
To capture the essence of your soul
The beauty of your face.
Your beauty rests in deeds, not words.
I can't find your soul in a book.
The way you make me feel can never be painted.
The world will never see what I see.
I can't organise your lips into paragraphs.
And I can't equate the freckles on your body.
The way I feel about you cannot be recorded, but it will forever be.
I'll love you for eternity.