A Blessing

No melody,

No verse,

No piece of prose

Does justice to your beauty.
Like the first sun
After a storm;
Like the first giggle
Of a newborn;
Like the first green bud
After fall;
Like the ecstasy
Of an infant
Learning to crawl;
Like the first gift
For a couple newly wed;
Like blooming immortelle
In the laps of the dead;
Like a nightingale
Singing for his love;
Like an innocent kid
Feeding a dove;
Like a poet
Finding his muse;
Like a mother
Tending to her child's bruise;
You're heaven's mouthpiece,
Aphrodite incarnate.
Your presence is a blessing;
Without you,
I can't see straight.