I, an unskilled poet who seems not to understand poetry,
Write words of love and praise
Of your ageless beauty.

I am no Shakespeare nor Beethoven.
My verses are child's play compared to his sonnets.
So as the melody I make ---
A shame in his presence.

But how could I seize myself to write
If your eyes stare at mine;
As I see your soul drift
to the river of boundless stars?

I'll let my mind see and my hand talk.
I will not wilt as legends will not be forgotten.
I, an unskilled poet of an ordinary presence,
Continue to write words of love and praise of your timeless existence.