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 Sculptere,
The Clay Could Hardly Make Your Figure Of An Angel Without One Mistake.
Of You Were A Euphony No Choir Could Really Sing,
All The Beautiful Music Your Eyes Could Possibly Bring.
So Here I Am, An Artist Without Imspiration Beyond Belief,
But To Capture Such Rare Beauty Id Have 2 Be A Thief