For you....

I perceive you oblivious,
To my unfastidious declarations of approval,
Perhaps my words have been a tad frugal,
My actions with no chance at all,
To charm you into a perfect scenario.

I seek metaphors in your favour: you are a sight to my sore eyes,
You are a balm to my aching sores;
A simile may hap will appear less exaggerated: you are like a rainbow on a stormy day,
Just enough shades to turn me gay;
Nay,
Plenty of shades each with a lifelong meaning.
I fancy red as the "like" matured to "love"
Orange the warmth that sparks,
Yellow the sun you sow in me,
Green your ability to always be bountiful,
Blue the height of agreeable feelings,
Indigo the mystery in your eyes,
And violet the gentility your masculinity overshadows.

Still,
My words seem to have fallen short,
For they sure are brief!

What of music?
Your voice is a song,
So moving that I lose myself,
So enchanting like a witch's spell;
Your words,
Rising and falling as a tuned fret board,
Elaborate and distinct,
As a sharp C against E flat....
(Sigh!)
You are more musical than music itself,
Oh song of my life!

Such sculptured features,
I dare not overlook!
My eyes have painted a greater painting of your physique
than the Mona Lisa,
My hands have molded your image a million times!
My fingers could do you no justice,
Neither could any man,
Living or dead.
Such perfection is beyond me,
For no megapixel can capture your features,
As do my eyes!

Try as I may,
I have hardly hit the nail on the head,
You are certainly what no words can express!