I set to write a verse today,
To paint a girl in lines and say,
Her hair is like the golden wheat,
Her eyes like stars in twilight's seat.

I tried with colors, words so fine,
To capture her in poet's line,
Her laugh, a song, so sweet, so clear,
Her grace, a dance that draws you near.

Yet every simile I chose,
Fell short, her essence to enclose,
For how can stars in twilight skies,
Reflect the depth...