Loving Liar

Once I said you could take me at my word.
My darling, I confess I lied.
Everything I've said of you you've heard,
Was much oversimplified.
But damn me not for sweet untruth
When I care with all my heart for you.
Think me, I beseech thee, not uncouth,
And let me try to start anew.

For these words within are ailing,
Your beauty they could not hope to touch,
And in this lies my one true failing;
To find an angel possessed of graces far too much.
Impossible to sing your praises true
When they number beyond all count.
To truly phrase the beauty that is you,
These words are far too paltry an amount.

So know, dear heart, I am but a loving liar.
Using words which cannot of your beauty tell.
Only because I am trapped in Passion's fires,
And so fear not those awaiting me in Hell.