I’d offer you the stars
but to others they’re betrothed
in the form of age old clichés
wrapped in arms of passions throes
I’d compare you to a summers day
where sovereign’s reign brings warming light
but to offer you the Bards own words
would be tasteless, thoughtless, trite.
So what’s the smitten guy to do
when emotion rids him of the words
his heart so sorely wants to use
to express to her undying love.