Beauty
The moistness of your lips, the depth of your eyes, the wonder of your soul
All of these are like a great work of art
But the most creative thing of all, is your beautiful heart
If you were a masters painting
No palette of colors would be able to capture
The beauty that is deep within you
A rainbow of hues, nothing less
If you were a wondrous sculpture
The clay could not be sculpted to reveal
Your figure of an angel, without one mistake
If you were a melodic serenade
No choir could possibly vocalize
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring
So here I am, a master artist
With inspiration beyond belief
But, for an artist to capture such rare beauty
He would have to be a thief
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