Past Compare

Even poetess’s flair, angel coyly deceives,
As words sprint, to capture his shadow,
He glides past, gracefully transcends,
The written ability, setting my world, aglow.

He puts every learnt skill to shame,
Because to capture his essence, the poetess fails,
Character of such high a caliber,
How can my weak words, ever capture?

The charm of so beautiful, deep set an eye,
How can 14 lines, ever describe?
The blameless honesty, that is his,
How can simple poems, ever reach?

To his quick, baffling intelligence,
Do justice, fails my humble pen,
Coarse, handsome shabbiness,
Makes him more admirable than you could ever guess.

Mind, so sharp and so keen a will,
To explain him, unsuccessful is the quill,
With his casual stance, he silently enamors,
My sentences can’t arrest him, no matter how hard they work.

To one, past all compare,
This song, I dedicate,
I meld my sorry, to my honest praise,
And believe me, I mean every word I say.

Such is the nature of my angel, so utterly flawless,
His every attribute, impresses the enchantress,
He’s too precious to loose, so he is treasured,
I hope he accepts the sorry, my repentance is beyond measure.

6:02 pm, 27th December, 2009.