Beauty

Poets of time have beauty, written about
But none have touched you, i doubt
Fairer than the fair, i dare
This prose shall whisper of you, i share

I see, i saw, a glance of you
A breath was drawn, lost afew
Your smile, your grace, a beautiful face
Tender, and strong, the finest lace

A word, or two, i wished i should
To speak to you, i could so good
But no, i shan't for words have gone
Away from this mind, lost forlorn

No man could speak, if they were i
Your beauty leaves blanks, draws sighs
And yet, i hope against hope ablessed
We'll meet again, then, shall i confess.

Inspired by an angel