Unworthy

Even I…of poetic favor

…could not offer proper due

mere words so to offer

…love’s envelopment of mine soul

There be no muses’ influence

could bare such a gift witness

…to capture her worth, as I am

…humbled breathless…awestruck

Behold her grace…brightest light

…struck dumbfound and speechless

merely mortal in comparison

…in an Angel’s presence be I

No walking dream beheld

nor imaginations fervor

could elicit such excellent rapport

that encapsulate her sweetness

At a loss…I simply reach

for her tender hand and

…there leave a simple kiss*

Jon` B. Crenshaw

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