Empty Pages

I do not say your name for you know who you are
such beauty has never existed until you came to be
How I have searched this life both near and far
to find such a jewel now right in front of me
Your heart is the source of art created by man
as to win your favor, the goal of it's plan
If I could scream and find release
if I could cry and thereafter cease
Heaven would be a far worse place 
for no angel bears your lovely face
Years I will spend writing the woes of my life
upon a page of paper instead of a loving wife
For though I search I do not find
A love that I can call mine