How am I supposed to capture your beauty?

When all I can do is sketch?

How am I to show the truth of your being?

With only paint, a canvas, and a brush?

O dearest Dorian

It is impossible to reflect

Even a fraction of your features

With merely a painting

Dear Dorian

You were always the truest art of them all

Perfect and timeless

Just as you have always wanted to be

O my Dorian

The gods have created you for my demise

Crafted and moulded like no other

I cannot portray you

I am so very sorry

That I cannot do justice to your glory

But I feel the most honourable

To be able to see you in the trueness

Of your everlasting soul