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