Perfect Picture Of Your Name Poem by Craig Moses Uche

Trying to draw your pic
But it makes me sick
That this pencil cannot describe
The rhythm of thy vibe

I sent your picture to the sky
But it seemed like all a lie
For the clescent glow of thy eyes
Seemed the least bit precise

So I tore out my heart
And drew you a chart
For all the list o your charms
Where as solemn psalms

[So] I reviled with my soul
And carved out a hole
There I hewed a frame
Here I chiseled in the love I cannot name

Now this little arcade
Seeks to touch a decade