You are so precious to me
that I could hardly dare
to write a poem
glorifying you
You are so precious to me
that I timidly enter
adjectives to illustrate you
secretly doubting that they are not
worthy of such a fascination
You are so precious to me
that I strive not to illuminate,
through attributes and metaphors,
the paths and avenues leading to you
For, so many beautiful women
Might flock around such a delicacy
to direct all its attention to them
You are so precious to me