When Shakespeare sought to praise his love
He found that words and language failed
No metaphor or symbol was enough
Every comparison simply paled
If no one used our language better
And the words of our best poet wouldn’t do
How could I arrange line, word, and letter
And begin to rightly praise you?
Only with the language of my heart
And only with the truth that’s in my eyes
Can I begin to hope to try a start
To rightly tell the beauty that in you lies
The limitations of the written word
Will never speak as loving hearts when heard.
David Fekete 