This here quill I dip in dark, rich blue ink
Attempts, futilely, to capture the superb elegance and grace
Of the angel to whom I have given my heart;
Her perfection reaching beyond this, in comparison, colorless world.
With the ticking of every clock, my heart beats quickly,
Yearning to cup a face so beautiful, so caring, and so softened by love;
It feverishly pounds, excited by the thought of merely
Kissing the hand of a flame brighter than the sun.
My mind awaits the moment it registers what my tear-filled eyes
Will ogle at; a girl-nay, a woman- standing in front of me,
Her smile radiant and breathtaking, her eyes... captivating
And at this point, I'll know from then on how she
Will always and forever be that one special, delicate, flower
That I had been waiting to watch bloom into an even more amazing being.
In that moment, I'll confirm to myself that I'd go to the ends of the earth
If it means she would be happy, if it means that I'd hear that divine, musical laugh.
Darling,
This here quill could never successfully describe such a beauty,
External and internal, for there are no words capable of coming close;
Every day I thank the stars I wished upon for giving me you,
Because I know you are more than I could ever ask for-
Dearest, I can never properly explain the love I have for you,
But I know that there is no one better.
Your modesty veils the darling girl I fell in love with,
Your personality, your wit, your kindness, your intellect, your everything...
Please never think that you are anything less than perfect-
You are nothing less, only much, much more.
