I can't write about the absolute
Though it is there in everything I see 
Everything there is reflects it back at me 
In a brilliancy of colour
Or in muted tones 

But writing you, you see 
You are the most beautiful of them all 
And all my words fail 
And look pitiful on the page
Next to the infinite of you

But still I try
To delineate your shape 
Though it comes to little more 
Than faint etchings 
Black and white