Describing you is an impossible job
When I think of
Impossible jobs
Describing you
Is at the top.
To do you right
I’d have to fight
My weary tiredness,
I’d be up all night
Write day and night
I’d simply never rest.
A 1000 volumes
Minimum
And they’d simply
Just collapse
Any poor shelf
They happened upon,
Their spines sat awful proud.
No author
Whose ever
Walked
This earth could
Ever claim to
Have, the pen or skill
To write
The will
And depths of your beauty.
That was until luckily
They soon discovered me.
Ill dedicate my
Little life
I’m simply at your command
To show I can
I’ll set to work
On your mystic beauty.
A thousand pens
I’ll buy
Cos thats just
What I need.
I’d buy some paper
I’d buy a desk
Cos
I simply can’t
Afford to wait,
In my quest
I will not rest to
Show your elegance,
This’ll take time
That’s more than fine
I got what I desire.
If I write
Through day and night
Until my dying day
I still don’t
Think I’d
Get so close to
Depicting your
Allure. For there’s
Nothing quite
As beautiful
As you my
Sweet Angel
No there’s nothing
Quite as beautiful
Oh no I
Simply say..
There’s quite
Simply.
Not
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