If I could perfectly capture the mere core of your essence

With the insignificant graphite of my pencil I would try

Whether with word, or say picture

They would both speak boldly

Although lacking eloquence

Written in a common manner

My pencil would cease to stop until I had accomplished my impossible task

There are no words to sum up your philosophical ideas

There is no technique under the sun that could capture your serious brow

No one will truly be able to see the great knowledge you hold

Not even I

We speak, and I marvel At your words, your being

I can only take you in doses

Have the best in moderation

There is no man on earth that could possibly measure up

After meeting you my expectations are set far higher