Superlatives are feeble words for best describing you;
You’re fairer than the reddest rose and warmer than rare wine;
On Richter’s scale of one to ten, you measure ninety-nine;
You’re lovelier than love itself and truer than true-blue;
Your eyes out-sparkle morning dew; your smile outshines the sun;
In magnitude of excellence, you come before first-class;
Perfection at its ultimate, you easily surpass;
Where radiance has reached its peak, your glow has just begun;
“Vivacious” sounds too dull to tell how full of life you are;
Refreshing doesn’t near depict the girl behind your smile;
Exquisite in its truest sense falls short of you by far;
And elegant seems commonplace beside your regal style;
Exciting doesn’t well convey how thrilling you can be;
And priceless fails to measure up to what you mean to me.