Cute? No, you are not cute.
Cute is a child catching fireflies
Cute is a puppy chewing on a shoe.
To call you cute would be a dire lie;
you are gorgeous, enchanting, alluring;
a beauty and artistry enduring.
With a smile and a glance,
you blush the roses and polish the stars,
with a word, you entrance
my spirit and heart.
My God — my God! — if you could only see
yourself with my eyes,
perhaps you would agree,
that you are not cute, that damnable lie,
you are brilliant, bright, dazzling, and delightful
resplendent, refulgent, oh so insightful,
and perhaps you could see, always for me,
that you are not cute but personified beauty.