I have spent hours
staring at a blank page
trying to find the perfect words
to describe you.
I have flipped and turned
every page written and typed
two or three time and have yet
to find the right combination of letters.
Like us to the glory of God
the written language we have constructed
has fallen miles short
of the glory of you.
Words like ravishing and exquisite
have attempted to climb your mountain
but ran out of air
far before your peak ever came into view.
I have written novels upon novels,
dried out every pen within reach,
and have yet to describe
a percentage of the masterpiece that is you.