The artist tried his very best To paint your portrait true But his brush refused to touch the canvas For nothing, is as beautiful as you The flowers faint, as you walk by As they marvel at your radiant smile All the stars reflect your glow As the moon is shunned in denial The poet's pen refuses to write And his paper has run away For there is no words, to describe your beauty And there's simply just nothing to say Even Shakespeare could not create A poem, to equal your grace For if he could, a sonnet would exist That told of your breathtaking face The Mona Lisa has lost her smile When she heard of a beauty so pure Time itself, has ceased to exist Captivated, by your enticing lure A beauty without any words too define A blessing, a gift, from the beginning of time