Beauty I see but ashamed I be
For to look at this brightness
Brings familiar tightness
To my usually cool demeanour
Now blinded by the sun

I watch her through the looking glass
For I know that look will last
I am sure you will not catch mid-trance
Me stealing glance of precious shell
You keep so well
Or so it seems

At least I have learned
Not to squirm in my place
Instead when my heart yearns
Trace of love
I write it down purely
Not for sake of yours truly
But yours

To save awkward retort
When the stranger puts value
On what is your being
When it is not the whole they are seeing
But does the painter stop painting
When his subject now sleeps?
Or the Muse stop her throat
When the audience not-listens?

To manifest fleet moment
Now sailing away like the rest
They were too late to inform
For fear that those words
As the ropes that tie the esteem
Would result pulled and torn
So the damage this matter would cause
Is extreme

The alchemy knows
This not be the case
How the feelings of doubt
So much time they do waste
Like this I transform
In miraculous fashion
Your beautiful face
Into words everlasting