Painting Her Mona Lisa Is Impossible (Why Love Is Indescribable)

Simple truth, love is complicated,
No metaphor or poet can pen her definition,
God would be angry I didn’t paint His creation,
With the same artistic EXPRESSION,
He crafted her with,

Physically she is gifted, more precious,
Worth more than the entire Saudi royalty,
During October when Caramel apples are sold,
It is as if God dipped her in Caramel,
Showed me she was supposed to be the Apple of my eye,

It sounds cheesy but how the hell can I explain,
How much I love her,
When was taken from Adam’s rib,
Call it sacrilegious,
Damn near an obscenity,

She cooks African and Asian Cuisine,
She protects me from enemies and invaders,
She is the mother to my children,
She is the conqueror of our household,
She knows when I am in pain,
She knows how to take it away,

…(long pause)

No one understands what it feels like when she laughs uncontrollably,
No one understands what it feels like when she surprises me from behind,
No one understands what it feels like when she defends my honor,
No one understands what it feels like when she places my head on her chest,

…(inevitable pause)

Which is why,
I give up…

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