How
will I ever complete the task of describing a beauty with no inkwell of the
magi?
I
am left with no hint or reference to the forgotten tongue of pure love.
Words
only known to the ancients designed your essence
My
quest will continue through eternity until I find the key to unlock the sphere
of harmonics and release the old gods so that I might borrow their gifts to
describe you…
I
will do my mortal best in the interim...
I
shall sculpt each letter in an attempt to mold them into the perfect image of you…
Searching
between to colors of the rainbow for the hue of your smile
The
elegance of your voice I found paralleled only by music’s lost chord
Stealing
the star from the celestial curtain to emulate the sparkle in your eyes…
Oh
what a glorious task has befallen me…
The
laughter that falls from your lips turns to faeries as it touches the ground
The
flowers yearn for your touch to gain the warmth of your smile…
I
am intoxicated with the inspiration you offer…
You
are the magic that binds the flame to the wind in their sacred dance…
The
enchantment is eternal…
©
Nov 5, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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