it’s one of those monumental (nigh impossible) tasks; <br />one of Hercules’ labors. <br />tougher still than those age old questions: <br />what is love? <br />or <br />how much wood could a woodchuck chuck…? <br /> <br />I just cannot put her face into words. <br />I have tried. <br />I have a trashcan almost full with <br />the crumpled thoughts that I deemed unworthy <br />of her perusal. <br /> <br />'a face so perfect, God dreams <br />of it in His sleep. <br />a face that makes me (and her mirror) the envy of the angels, <br />the green brush of the Earth. <br /> <br />how she smiles, with the corners <br />of her mouth spread <br />like the corners of the sky, <br />allowing an attentive observer to see <br />all the majesty and mystery <br />of <br />the heavens in her mirth.' <br /> <br />or how I find her eyes so beautiful <br />and moving that 'they <br />border on <br />open heart surgery.' <br /> <br />blah, blah, goddamn blah <br /> <br />I’ve literally tossed away dozens <br />of verses like these, <br />I’ve almost given up trying. <br /> <br />it would be so much easier just to tape <br />a picture of her face to a <br />piece of paper. <br /> <br />I think that would do so much more justice than anything <br />I could write. <br />but, I think she prefers the creativity. oh well, <br />back to the drawing board... <br /> <br />hey, now there’s an idea!<br /><br />Jackson Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-only-sometimes-wish-she-was-uglier/
