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It Cannot Be Done

This sentiment is doomed to fail.
I already possess the wisdom of knowing such.  
There's never been a language invented to hold the words,  
That could perfectly express the love of your touch.  
  
The glory of your hands, with each of your caress,  
That reaches in and through my chest.  
How could i possibly express?  
That which and all you've blessed.  
   
For even a metaphor to divinity,  
Has been so overdone it loses strength.  
Which you yourself have never lost,  
It would need a meaning beyond amazed.  
   
Strength through all your endurement.  
There's nothing more gorgeous that I could claim.  
So when i say there is no proper way,  
That could express the perfection that is your name.  
   
Your name alone describes it,    
Defines it like advertisement.  
As you caught my eye and i immediately realized it.  
   
Your name alone holds who you are.  
And while you're held inside my arms,  
I'd still press tighter, feeling too far.  
For in your aura comes my baptisement.  
   
It would have to be one-of-a-kind, this phrase.  
A unique no one else could create.  
To open vulnerability despite the teachings of manhood,  
And simply flow the energy to my soulmate.  
   
One soul.  
One heart.  
One flow.  
True art.  
   
And in the eclipse of lips...  
One kiss.  
   
It's just quite difficult to express the meaning,  
And try to pour in ink that feeling,  
Of the reason i am breathing.  
 
While simultaneously your perfection,
Leaves me breathless.  
   
Your jaw inside my palms.  
Your eyes inside of mine.  
Just the memory of doing so,  
Has made me cry.  
   
And the enduring suffering to think,  
That if in that moment i might have blinked.  
The endless torture of missing moment,  
To the only deity i shall ever bow to for atonement.  
   
Foreheads  rested together...  
As, right before they met.  
I knew there was nothing i could do...  
To be worthy of that.  
   
With hands, wandering higher.  
Fingers lost, gripped within your hair.  
Tears of passion from this holy stare,  
I'm there, aware.  
   
Holding so near, to your sacred brain.  
Being so close, to your mind...  
While it holds my favorite things,  
All of your thoughts, and creative beauty.  
-As all i can do is blissfully sigh.  
   
In what ways could i explain to the stars, their insignificance?  
As i watch them all align above, in hopes to get a glimpse.  
And if they missed you once, they'd be remissed.    
   
I know the Sun itself, would complete its shine if you were gone.  
And i would sacrifice myself and not be wrong.  
   
You are my favorite sculpture,  
Favorite painting,  
Favorite song...  
   
The honor and glory of your giggle, my favorite tune...  
   
You are my favorite person,  
Favorite spirit,  
Favorite soul...  
   
Worshipping my Goddess,    
You are and will forever be, my Moon.
Written by DCLXVI_1989 (Garrett Asa Hughes)
Published
Author's Note
Of my appreciation of "A Circle Of Goddesses." Competition.
I love that concept so here i go...
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