Look! Can you not measure his beauty

without comparison? Is there anything more true

than what is looking you in the eye? I write

for my beloved, and myself. That is the only purpose.

When you boast at the expense of love

no praise should be given more than need be.

 

This, is your declaration: Although I am physically unable to be

by your side, I am consciously aware that your beauty

surpasses all other things. I am entirely in love

with every aspect of you. Your voice, speaks true

locutions of gold with each phrase saturated with purpose.

There is nothing, nothing in this world that I could write

 

About, that would explain to any creature the right

amount of splendor you possess. If you were to be

a flower, your fragrance would serve no other purpose

than to be inhaled by the gods, and the twinkling beauty

of your eyes would light their heavens. What I say is true.

Again, that is your proclamation, of your love.

 

Now I will tell you how I, a person feeling genuine love

would define their beloved. I would only ever write

about my love in a way that illustrated his beauty to be true.

Even though my adoration spreads passed the Earth’s end, my darling will only be

equated to any other human being. His eyes will light mine with their beauty

but not as bright as the stars light the universe. As a flower, the purpose

 

Of his aroma will be for me, and for me alone to breathe. For the purpose

of breathing is to give life, and my life is my love.

I will not, and cannot truthfully compare the beauty

of my treasure to the treasure that authors write

about in a privateer novel. For that would be

an exaggeration, and naturally un-true.

 

A comparison of my love that would be true,

would actually be no comparison at all, but a statement, whose purpose

would serve none other than to indicate how my darling should be

defined. You should not relate your one-and-only love

to one or more objects that are far beyond comparison. But write

with integrity about the simplicity of his beauty.

 

Because what I am experiencing is nothing more than true love,

I cannot bear those, whose purpose is to write

About, and be pretentious with, their beloved’s beauty.