Never will I envy more
The graceful gait that breathes into eyes sore,
Life, in this world devoid
Of beauty and in this schizoid.
Can’t you see, through your noble half-lid eyes
My worth that in your presence dies?
The feline sway as your pristine feet tread,
Lady legs in sweet motion led by a head
Of cerebrum which my own hurts to see
The genius in you I can never be.
The deep learned words from your parted lips
Make mine jetsam from your thousand ships.
The learned brow pavilions deep set eyes
And curves into cheeks like Himalayan highs
Further to serene valleys below,
Chin and neck from ground Venus did herself sow.
We lock eyes and we laugh at the jokes I tell
Yet our words from mouths cannot spell
This horrid hate with which I unfold
the admiration that in my heart for you, behold.