The words that drip from the tip of your pen
Do haunt dreams of that which pass through my mind.
Still restless in your grave to plague us men,
Tormenting me to lash out most unkind.

The flavor in your words contain such weight
Such that my tongue is confused with all speech,
And in my mind I suffer sim’lar fate,
And do curse all those who in your name teach.

I struggle endlessly to find escape
from machinations formed in your name;
Such genius I read with my mouth agape
with every letter perfectly in frame.

Yet cursing you is futile exercise
For without, I would not one word devise.

How your smile frees
Radiates warmth so truly
Permeates the core

Looking at you I find something I thought I had left behind,
Only for it to rise inside again with each glance I steal.
Vexations melt away with a smile that is so kind,
Even now I search for it in my mind’s eye.
Beauty so undeniable and courage so empowering,
Engenders feelings back from the grave.
Giving new life to this old heart to once again sing,
In hope that you might share also in this song.
Near your presence I reach out whispering,
Someday I’ll work up the same courage as you.

Her face shines with such a soft radiance,
Exudes a warmth and glow so delightful.
And if one were to catch that variance,
To see that smile, will see her rightful.

Courage that pushes beyond all reason,
She stands tall in the face of adverseness;
To lay hold to a dream she envisions,
Giving all with a hunger so restless.

True beauty shining from within those eyes,
A glint a glimmer of fortune unfurled.
Pleading with that delicate chin to rise,
To share such graceful fairness with the world.

Yet in these words alone I feel so far,
Haunted by the gorgeous person you are.