If I were to write you
I'd weave you
Embroider you with the finest silk thread
On luxurious velvet
Soft to touch
Elegant
Refined
Expensive
Of course everything about you would be hand made
A Renaissance man in the making
Delicate intricate stitches
Skillfully designed
It would make the onlooker sigh
Reach out and longingly stroke
The beauty only meant for eyes to behold
And if I were to sculpt you
You'd be erected tall and high
Broad and wide
Chiselled and sanded to perfection
Rare to find
Before you bewildered looks behold
A confusion on how confidence exudes the inanimate
And what the real person must be like
That's a secret I never intend to part
I'll write you to the world but you'll always be mine