Beauty
Your lips, your eyes, your soul,
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all,
Is your beautiful heart.
If you were a painting,
No colours could express,
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.
If you were a sculpture,
The clay could hardly make,
Your figure of an angel,
Without one mistake.
If you were a euphony,
No choir could really sing,
All the beautiful music,
Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief,
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.
Copyright © Pam Hicks | Year Posted 2009
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