In the many poems I’ve read
Most times the beauty of the maiden is compared with the beauty of the moon and the sky
Yet every time i sit under the moon and the stars I don’t see the beauty they talk about
And yet every time i see you
I see the beauty I wish to see in the moon and the stars
So i sit thinking of something comparable to your beauty and i fail
So I just say you are beautiful with disappointment not able to compare your beauty with something more beautiful than the moon and stars
