Wgo'd have known

A woman shaped

Of purest ivory

And cream-colored marble

Feels so soft

Under these hands

Callused by guitar,

Exploring this beauty?

Each small curve

Speaks of her mind,

Exquisite to see

Perfection's honesty.

Oh, dearest,

My heart's keeper,

How could you deny

You own stark aesthetic?

No master artisan

Of pen, song, clay, paint,

Could ever hope to create

A masterpiece to pale your appearance

Or deserve a hundredth of your light.

Put simply, not an ounce of lie,

You're the prettiest anything

I could ever hope to love in life.

Were you a song

I'd spend the time

To learn each note

And flowing rhyme.

If a poem

Was your form

I'd carry you always,

Your words my home.

Sweet young woman

In every sense

You've got my heart

To be ever kept.

My love, I swear it's true

I'd do whatever you want me to.