my wonderful you

my wonderfull you

In lucid dreams you embody
all which defines a goddess,
as vividly as my mind tries to
construct its image of you,
always when I wake do I find
it to be flawed compared to your
true beauty before me.
Artists strive to capture with brush
on canvas sence of muse you inspire.
Sculpters envision curves so soft and
subtle when shapening herdened stone
with their chisles.
Writers crumple endless sheets of paper
failing in their atempts to describe through
words the grace which you posess,a
thousands singers voices sound dull to
me as appossed to three simply moving
words from your lips,my heart becomes
overjoyed,my ears assaged,when you
whisper I love you.
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