Dedicated to a Rather Wonderful Boy!

This poem is still pretty much in its primitive form; lots of editing shall be considered, but until then, this shall suffice!

I would never call myself an artist,
A musician, one who has talent beyond nature's demure
But with you, talent is uneccesary
And all that is important can crumble away
When presented with a simple kiss or touch
A word spoken honestly
And eyes that look so deeply, they are lost
In journey's of their own...

You are incomparable to any quote,
Lyric, painting or musical note
You are far greater than the height of
Human accomplishment yet or ever known
Shakespeare would be speechless
When presented with you; for no words
Could ever justify your being
Mozart would lay down his piano
And search beyond his music sheets
And still never find that melody in your soothing voice
Da vinci would mix all the colours
He'd ever used and go in search for more
Before dropping all of his brushes
And accepting paint can not show you
For who you really are
You are all the talent, all the creative wonders
The beauty, the truth
You are love and justice
And yet you shall always be more
For when I am with you, I might as well
Be the greatest of them all
Indeed, you would do well to call me
Shakespeare, Mozart, Da Vinci
Because you shall forever and always
Bring out the best in little old me.