Indescribable

Pain within my breast,
Inside, a fiery passion.
I need this off my chest,
In true Lover's Fashion.

A poem so sweet to sing,
To tell of your lovely face,
Though never could it bring,
True statements of your grace.

Helen's launched a fleet,
Yours shall do even more,
For it is much more sweet,
What I do so adore.

Faster and harder, my heart races,
Trying to describe your looks,
Yet I can find no words for your graces,
In any of these books.

I could try analogies,
Though for you, none as fair.
Please accept my apologies,
But nothing truly compares.

I'd go on forever if you wanted,
To try and say how I feel,
And could do so undaunted,
To prove my love is real.