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Superlatives
are feeble words
for best describing you;
You're lovelier than loveliest
and truer than true blue;
You're fairer than the reddest rose
and warmer than rare wine;
On Richter's scale of one to ten,
you measure ninety-nine;
Your eyes out sparkle morning dew;
your smile outshines the sun;
Where
radiance has reached its peak,
your glow has just begun;
In magnitude of excellence,
you come before first-class;
Perfection at its ultimate,
you easily surpass.
I've
worn Roget's thesaurus out
in search of adjectives
That I can use to truly show
the joy your presence gives;
Vivacious sounds to dull to tell
how full of life you are;
Exquisite in its truest sense
falls short of you by far;
Refreshing doesn't near depict
the girl behind your smile;
And elegant seems commonplace
beside your regal style;
Exciting doesn't well convey
how thrilling you can be;
And priceless fails to measure up
to what you mean to me.
I find that Webster's unabridged
is little help at all
In finding fitting words to say
how hard you made me fall;
My heart becomes a dynamo
whenever you're in sight;
The rate at which it palpitates
exceeds the speed of light;
The love it generates for you
could light the Milky Way;
The warmth it radiates could melt
the Arctic in a day;
The cloud I'm on because of you
is higher than the sky;
I'd swim the sea at your command
and never question why.
©2009 J. G. Braddock Sr.
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