cutiwiththeface love poem

The strongest steel, the hardest wood,
Nothing can describe my love for you and how it's real.
When I look into your eyes, I feel like I'm high
Your beauty can soothe a warped mind, and clear a cloudy sky.
You can weave the strings of life into a sweater worthy of a king.
Nothing could ever be worthy of you, not even a star-crafted ring.
You are a goddess walking on earth, at the pinnacle of perfection.
I'm the mortal you need, please let me make an impression.