Her Impossible Portrayal

The hands of any architect could never create such an elegant craft. Perfection was carefully embedded into her soul; something no man could ever define or construct. Her lovely display will never have been portrayed on paper; No artist could ever discover a canvas adequate enough to lay down her masterpiece or even begin tracing her silhouette. Hoping one could endure her unexplainable disposition is like hoping there are angels in heaven. Every tune and melodious melody dwelling within her thoughts will never be recreated by the worlds most clever musician. The harmony in her voice draws a sense of companionship with any audience; Perhaps there are a thousand symphonies in every syllable she speaks. But a poet.. A poet could describe her good character with the ink that holds his desperate motive; Simply appreciating her soul with the words he'd written, that would soon follow him into his dreams.