I haven’t written verse in quite some time.
I’ve been too busy doing other things.
But you’ve inspired me to write some rhymes.
I had to try to put words to your wings.

But how do I describe the way you laugh?
That belly-borrowed hoot by human owl—
It bathes me in a preternatural bath
That complicates my central rationale.

So try, might I, to put your grace in words
I fail at this again, again, again.
It’s almost like my diction swiftly blurs
Precisely when I put my page to pen.

For now, I’ll just enjoy your lovely face.
Which no amount of time could e’er erase.