Failure To Impress

Shall I play a pretty piece for thee
Upon my guitar, plucking strings
That resonate in such sweet harmony
whilst mine novice heart softly sings
Along to a heavenly melody
As pure as fresh water springs?


Or perhaps I'll paint a picture
With each stroke worth a thousand words,
Each word designed to describe a creature
As beauteous and rare as birds
Of paradise, such dazzling features
Which my brush carefully disturbs.


My blistered fingertips stained with hues
Invented to rightly portray she.
She who I've failed to amuse
With my Music, Art and Poetry.
Created as if there's nothing to lose
As she waits for a man that's not me.