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 an 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, To steal you.


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