A poem about a person in love with someone he feels to be way out of his league |
We are only human— they say, We are all flawed, No one is perfect they proclaim, But in you I see no flaw For in your actions I see perfection, And your physique I see artistry, Like a painting— The Mona Lisa Perfectly crafted by the Maestro himself; With great skill and precision Gave rise to perfection, a Masterpiece Thus, you cannot be human, you are divinity From the heavens you came To grace the earth, Making it brighter with your smile And melting my heart with your charm As I stare into those eyes that shines brighter than the stars I am hypnotized by your voice For they are as melodious as a sweet symphony Bedazzled, I worship you with all my might Granting your every request of me In the hope that I might find favor in your eyes, But still, invisible I remain to you Except when you require a servant to run some errands Which I do wholeheartedly As if it were my purpose After a while, my rational mind seizes control It tells me you are not worthy of my service For you can’t see me Except when I am serving And it tells me This ends now, Not again, We will serve you no more But right then you call, And after staring into those eyes I find myself serving again Then it dawns on me “I will always serve you” For I am flawed and you are flawless, I am imperfect and you are perfect I am only human and you are a Goddess And all I can do is pray That someday, I might find favor in your sight And you will finally see me Not as a servant, But as a flawed Man who deserves your love. |