I want to write as well as Ed Sheeran can sing
As well as Vincent Van Gogh could paint
See that, that would be my dream
Because they craft these masterpieces
Of art and soul and make people feel with their eyes
The way I wish I could do for you
But no words I write will be enough
No choice of adjectives too flattering
Too exquisite or too alluring would be enough.
Your beauty is as breathtaking
As the photos I see of natures perfect art,
When it tries to compete with you.
Your presence is equated to the peace I feel
When falling asleep to acoustic covers of songs
Or the sound of rain pitter pattering on a tin roof above