Sting Of Inability, Rush Of Tranquility Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I want to speak with eloquence,
And say truth that is relevant;
I seek to admonish my lady
In all of her elegance.
A height so grand
I am whole if just to touch it.
We walk on notes of one another's song;
Her's: vibrant and effervescent,
Mine: slightly rustic.
I know not what to say,
But her wealth of worth still merits attempt.
So I reflect her smile and am glad not to be exempt
From the grace that she delivers.
But she is-....
And that is enough.
I can elaborate no more,
For words are not just.