Let Me Paint You
Let me paint you with words from the stars,
Their whispers barely capturing your light.
In the vast night, constellations try to mirror
The depths of your eyes but fall short,
An echo in the void, unable to capture your grace.
Or with colors from the sunset,
A tapestry vivid yet shy of your splendor.
As the sun sets, the sky’s final breath
Attempts capture the beauty of your countenance,
A fleeting brushstroke vanishing with the night.
Or maybe with light from the sunrise,
Each dawn a pale echo of your radiance
Morning’s first rays strive to match your light
But remain a mere prelude to the day,
Overshadowed by your inner luminescence.
Or the warmth from my beating heart,
Its rhythm a testament to my love.
Each pulse silently proclaims intense affection,
An inner fire known only to those
Who’ve felt eternity in a moment with you.
None of these would do your beauty justice,
For you are a masterpiece beyond art and nature,
A vision my soul can truly behold.
In life’s labyrinth, where shadows and light play,
You are an enigma, an ineffable presence,
Defying capture, description, or confinement,
Leaving me in awe, forever reaching,
To grasp even a whisper of your essence.
