I long to be able to do justice to you,
but my words fail to arrest your perfect form.
I'm powerless to the supremacy of your eyes so blue,
which smolder and burn deep into my private soul.
Your voice enchants me whenever you speak -
I devour your words with an insatiable hunger.
Your hands - oh, your hands - they make me weak
as they pirouette across the ivory piano keys.
I remain stunned at your immense equanimity
and how you are composed during a tempest quarrel.
You are a passionate lover, you captivate me,
eradicating my self-defense with your gentle touch.
How naÔve I am, to think I am worthy to vindicate you;
my words are futile when describing such a being.
You are truly a man of veracity, respect and loyalty too -
the descriptions are incompetent with such a noble man