February 17, 2005

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  This poem was written back in the spring of 2003 for this shockingly beautiful young lady I saw out at the University of Wyoming. Nothing came of it, but she was inspiring to look at. I chose the picture above because the young lady I wrote the poem for had hair very similar to the lady in the painting, only darker.

  
  

  Oh how the expanse of night did weep in awe of thy

  
  

  Beauty, for its tears now do cascade from off

  
  

  Thine regal head, framing a face so beauteous

  
  

  That only the silence of tongue and pen could

  
  

  Give thee adequate praise.

  
  

   

  
  

  Hear thine musical laughter do my unworthy ears,

  
  

  A song all unto its own, written not by the

  
  

  Hand of any mortal, but woven into a soft

  
  

  Audible blanket of serenity by thine own

  
  

  Lovely heart.

  
  

   

  
  

  Dare I compare thine immortal resplendence

  
  

  To anything of Man or Nature? Forgive me

  
  

  My bold rudeness for doing so, but I could

  
  

  Not bear to stand witness to such heavenly

  
  

  Presence and offer nothing but a blank

  
  

  Piece of parchment.

  
  

   

  
  

  Is not a pretty flower tended with particular

  
  

  Care? Does not the gazer stare longer at a

  
  

  Comet than a star? So too does the poet admire

  
  

  Great beauty with quick but heartfelt strokes

  
  

  Of his pen in hopes that indeed this human

  
  

  Thing called sight can in some way last

  
  

  For all eternity.

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