What muse could render me the verse
To catch and captivate your grace?
When all the muses stand submersed
In awe of you, -- thus I must praise
Your charm in silence! With affection,
My stunned bewildered stare receive.
Donít ask me to describe perfection,
My penís not worthy to conceive
The needed words. I dare not write--
To strive for the absurd intent
And miss the moment of delight
Of seeing you. Allow me then,
To simply watch with admiration,
And utter nothing in ovation.