Does Poetry Do Justice To Love?

Could poetry, in any style, Do justice to this love, That broadens every single smile Each time I glance above? To look upon my lady fair, Then lose my very breath, To see her, merely standing there, As I love her to death? Could poetry, in any form, Do justice to my heart, That suddenly becomes so warm, As soon as new hopes start? For when she looks right back at me, With twinkles in her eyes, To me, that girl's pure poetry, The reason for my sighs... And if she ever held my hand, Or kissed me on my lips, Or thought of me as someone grand, Or stroked my fingertips... I really don't know what I'd do! Who knows if I'd then faint? Or simply blurt out, 'I LOVE YOU! ' When losing all restraint? Yet this I know, I'll make her mine, Yes, mine and mine alone, One day, she'll be my Valentine, The only love I'll own... Then poetry no longer serves When love becomes my guide, No more the poet, full of nerves, With feelings still to hide... This poet must discard his Muse, Receive true love in turn, Should that day come, I'll not refuse, What lesser mortals spurn... For on that precious, precious day, I'll stand, confessing all, I'll simply let love have its way, For it's God's miracle! Denis Martindale,12 March 2016.