I Will Not Say

I will not say your eyes are like the sky,
I merely look in them and sigh.
I will not say your beauty is like the sun,
Of your virtues, that is but one.
I will not say I hear rhapsodies in your voice,
Yet I listen by choice.

The sky is too wide,
Too high to take in stride.
The sun is too hot,
Near, it would burn my lot.
Rhapsodies--to deep
For the natural sound.

The sun, the moon, the wind, the trees, the sea, the spring
and stars
Are often used to describe objects of our hearts.
All are false.
For you are you, and all that you are is enough.
More than enough.
And you do not need any exaggeration.