How to compliment you,
I wouldn’t know how.
Words can’t do you justice,
Paintings pale in comparison
no matter how
they claim to be masterpieces.
Have they not seen you?
You are the utter quixotic beauty
the ineffable and impalpable
The remarkable vision
my eyes are privileged to see.
I do apologize
for the lack of my words,
For my eyes are the ones
screaming the words
that haven’t been created for you yet.
Maybe if thoughts could express themselves,
You’d understand a bit more.
Although the wonders
in my head
about you
might make you scared,
You’re strikingly stunning,
achingly so.
How to compliment you,
I still don’t know how.
But this poem is for you,
And this is meant as a compliment.