I wish I was a painter,
           So I could bring your beauty to a canvas,
           so I could see you as I please.
I wish I was a sculptor,
            So I could form your curves in clay, to envision as I wish.
I wish I was a photographer,
            So I could capture that transient twinkle that lays in your eyes.
But, I am none of those things.
           I cannot paint.
           I cannot sculpt.
           I cannot photograph.

Yet, I can capture you in my indelible words,
       I can sculpt you in mellifluous words,
       and I can photograph you by giving you syllables that begin
               to describe the way I feel when I find your eyes in mine.