You are not the fairest of all
No, certainly not the tallest of all
Nay not the smartest of all
Not even a guitarist at all
And a comedian, nothing as such in all.
Howbeit, your scent differs
And your face infers
What I see, a Godly cephas
Curled up in yourself, you play your solfas
Your Solfas in my heart i never suffer
Daily cracked up by you, like unfunn
y stutters.
In your words, I have been unduly altered.
Yea ! Today, tomorrow
I might meet a fair ‘Munroe’
Garnished with words, not so unruly
His hands on original strings of which is playing
Muscled up in humorous laughing
Yea perfectly moulded in courteous appeal
And might glow like a star uphill
But not more than a star among many, I see.
Ever would he match? Thus only you I see
As I stroll down this road
I would meet better men
Fairer, Taller
More handsome
But you my love, surpass them all
You stand out glowing, my different glow
Nothing sounds like you nor scents like you
Dearest of all
No one is you!
Today, tomorrow
I’ve chosen you, I choose you
My love, my choice
Let the earth echo it
You are my choice, my love.
Howbeit, the dreaded storm rages
Still you, my choice
Of which I stand, so long Heaven permits me.
I CHOOSE TO LOVE YOU
TAWPOETRY 