I wish I could paint a picture that could match your beauty.
But, alas, I can’t fathom picking up a brush,
and nothing majestic would come out.
I can paint you with words, though, or at least try.
I can describe the outline of your body that would mask the skyline,
Your smile setting like the sun,
Your skin glows like the moon.
Your fingertips are the stars,
and Your fingers create constellations that carry them over into eternity.
Words are not enough.
I wish I could create something more concrete,
and I’ve come to realize that there’s nothing more concrete than your beauty.