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 colors 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 song,
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.
