Who could define your beauty?

                Even those who behold you within an arm’s reach?

Could not your beauty beseech a glance?

                Into an apple-of-your-eye type romance?

Could a sea shell found in a vast sea to reveal its treasures only to thee,

                Win your love? Maybe a diamond cut free from its rocky cave?

Perhaps only a heart cut free, could steal a slice of love from thee.

A worthy sacrifice for such a boundless prize I’m sure.

But, would my heart be good enough? Or would you lose me’

                In the moods of vast azure.

Could such a sacrifice, so pure, be so very lost,

 In a mood not so pure?

Forever lost… defenselessly in a mood of azure?

                Of such a mood, there is no cure.  

I have been warned, I’m sure impartially,

                I give you my heart disregarding the hazard.

I just hope my heart is enough to win love from thee,

                Just don’t leave my heart all tattered.