Shakespeare

I am not Shakespeare,
No sonnets do my pens scribble,
craft perfectly,
nor contain words that make your heart melt.
And never do I tell stories
as romantic and epically charming
as Romeo and Juliet.

Not in newspapers, magazines or textbooks
will you find my poetry,
nor will my name grace the world
outside the realm of my friends.
For my words remain as mundane
as the daily household chores we slave,
and as trivial as the food we consume.

No singing of mine is in perfect pitch,
nor will it make you blush a scarlet red,
and I have trouble expressing all
my feelings, thoughts,and sentiments,
And although I know I am far from flawless,
and that no Shakespeare am I,
there is thing I can finally say:

"Your smile is the most gorgeous thing
I have ever seen in my life."

Not elegantly put, nor beautifully rehearsed,
as raw as working hands,
and colloquial is an understatement,
of what has just been said,
but your smile has captured me in silence,
that my lips can no longer eloquently utter
the eloquence of your existence.