I shall write you in verse,
but my words will be plain.
For I can find no lexis -
arcane or cliché.
No phrase can I find,
to take your breath away.
You are too fine for paint.
No pigment can I find,
to represent your wonder.
Your shades and hues,
and who would model?
I have only one muse.
Is there an instrument,
with sounds to justify
performing a symphony.
Tempo most smooth,
pleasant melody -
For it, your heart to move?
So now I concede,
there be no art -form.
To capture your love:
the one thing I need.
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