She is poetry

I turn her into poetry Cause I can't have her any other way She's just too good for me You know it's clear as day But she has me trapped In her trance as the poets would say I'm a sinner she's a saint I'm not religious but for her I'd pray Her beauty is like a painting Hanging in my mind Each stroke of her smile, A masterpiece to find The way her eyes sparkle like a starlit night And I'm left in awe cause she's a mesmerizing sight I try to capture her essence In the words that I write Trying to express the feelings That keep me up at night She's the muse to my madness The light in my dark She's the fire in my soul,the spark She's the sun,and I'm just a star Burning bright,but from afar I worship her from a distance In awe of her radiant existence by A.Ndarala