I would place thousands of words or more side by side So that they reached the mountain spire The words of beautifying connotation applied.
So many superlatives for your beauty to attire. Each stanza a stepping stone adorned to an epithet With the vision of you even a mountain would not go higher.
Than the spirit you inspire in me. For that I am in debt. So, the insatiable exquisite beauty that is invokes the pen. So that passion those word from my heart inscribed in soul I never forget.
For just my eyes inhabiting your vision of beauty gives zen. So, for such beauty I must work as the beast I am aside the rose. So, if I begin my appraisal now when your happy it’s finished then.