She smiles like the sun sets,
constantly and beautifully.
It is the kind of beauty a man never forgets.
A poem for her is not good enough,
for she deserves novels and novels.
She makes this world seem much less rough.
The darkness that I see,
easily cast away by her radiance.
The man she deserves I may never be.
Yet I push all the same,
hoping and praying she will be mine.
Perhaps even take my name.
Love is such a fickle and petty thing,
yet I am drawn to the pit all the same.
Despite all the pain I may face, the joy I feel simply makes me sing.
So, sing I shall,
proclaiming my love through every hall.
God Himself will have no choice but to hear my call.