It’s said a picture’s worth a thousand words.
Who could argue such a whim?
Though, I would need a library of work
if to describe your beauty, I should begin.
Had I enough paintings
to decorate the world
and enough time to translate each stroke
into words to describe my girl,
you could climb those pages to the stars
and halfway back again.
Yet that would only be the forward to the book
where a description of your beauty lay within.
If Picasso toiled a thousand lifetimes
and painted a thousand every year,
he would fall as short as I
in capturing your beauty, I fear.
All I can do is let words flow
as time moves slowly on,
praying the Lord grants me eternity
and you to look upon.