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Friday, January 23, 2009

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 euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, and artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.

1 comment:

Anders W. Ellingsen said...

You are the artist! Beautiful poem to your child. Really beautiful! And I love it for being written with rhythm and rhyme - in my world it is not poetry which is not. By this poem you capture the beauty of the child and by the same time express your love for her, and you do it beautifully!