How do I begin to write and formulate a truthful verse?
How can I draw with pencilled line; what I cannot describe in words?
For who can etch the wakening dawn... the promise of a young spring day?
and who can hold a snowflake and describe it, 'ere it melts away?

These are such problems as I face each time I try to capture you
in words, or lines... it's just the same; you still elude me, come what may.
But, what is this elusive part of you which never can be found?
Is it Beauty, Radiance; Grace?... or just Charisma; sweet, profound?

The answer to this circumstance would seem a simple point of view,
the key to this conundrum lies within the way I look at you.
For I should look with Artist eyes, that calculate the shapes I see;
but I would look with lover's eyes...
and thus, am lost... so hopelessly.