April 23 Poem

Sure, he's the best, if everything you need
Can be wrapped up in fourteen lines like these,
Packed with constructions, graceful, filigreed,
Strong as an ox and gentle as a breeze,
But never built on bald clichés like those.
You'll see his love is nothing like the sun,
While mine, dammit, is like a red, red rose.
Just hold your nose and wait until I'm done.
I wish I could put on some smart disguise
And write like that, boldly, effortlessly.
I trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
But I won't match that matchless mastery,
Not quite as simple as ABAB
CDCDEFEFGG.