My Adjective

You are an adjective to me; Not a person, place, or thing. Neither object nor property, Nor a figure or being. You are not simply boy or girl, Or a shining star. Not a luminescent pearl, Or a song on the guitar. You are the lovely of an angel, The golden of a star. The lustrous of a pearl, The melodic of a guitar. You are the diamond of the ring, The warmness of the heat, The beauty of the Spring, The rhythm of my beat. You’re the meaning of the phrase, The detail in a scene, The worship to the praise, The picture on the screen. You’re my sweet, my elegant, My enchanting, my angelic; My wonderful, my intelligent, My charming, my poetic. You are an adjective to me Not because you’re incomplete; You’re just too indefinite to be concrete.