Amanda Lynne

How much longer shall I go,
Zealously pacing to and fro,
Continuously wishing that I could write
To capture her beauty so fair and bright?

But every endeavor in trying to portray,
Her magnificent colors, they come out looking gray.
For what man on God's earth, whether kingly or low,
Can find the tools to depict Amanda Lynne's glow?

In her eyes I see a sparkle, a sparkle unique
To this world and all of the problems and heartaches so bleak.
There is no monster, there is no beast, no heart of stone that can withstand
A look from her eyes so indescribable, they are all but melting ice within her hands.

She has kindness and warmth and when she speaks you will hear
A concerned love for her friends, whether they be far, or they be near.
Her fun-loving joy brings a smile to my face
As I try to pen words, as I zealously pace.

But the smile is short-lived as I strive to perfect
The words to describe her, but in the end I reject.
There is no poem, nor painting, nor man-made creation
That can detail her essence, for it is all lost in translation.