Analysis of Excellence

Oh, to journal excellency-
As an autobiography;
Your words a soft-spoken velvet,
Leaves not a critic to dwell it,
And your grace will stand on its own,
Valiant as a queen with no throne;
You are a dreaming authors bliss,
New York's best-selling, "Excellence;"

Is it that man is deathly flawed?
To grant me a motif enthralled,
The warm sensation of beauty,
That flows adeptly as the sea,
Radiantly in company-
Of your love as it champions me;
There will be no greater picture,
For you are the perfect fixture;

Were eyes the entrance to the soul,
I'd regard yours a different role;
A supple melting impression,
Battles in my mind, obsession;
Four moons suspended and spell-locked,
Two valleys intertwined and docked;
Your visage is a magnetism,
It calls to me in quiet vision,

And your touch is both soft and sweet,
My feelings blend when our hands meet,
An uproar of warmth floods to me;
Who set the countless stars to be?
The reflection of a woman-
So breathtaking I soar again;
Your atmosphere is fluorescence,
I succumb to your Excellence.