Far Cry Better Than I Poem by Mike poet

Your like the beauty held in a rainbow
without the discomfort of rain.
Just as a sigh of relief
that comes from ending of pain.

A lovely rose to be admired
with no worry of a thorn.
Your voice a pretty melody
likened to sounds of a spring morn.

Your soft sweet scent is honeysuckled
I taste your lips divine.
A bright presence fills the room
an iridescent Butterfly.

Sadly I am not worthy
to love one such as you.
You are far better than I
why do you not see this is true.