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.
lewis roles
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beauty-of-an-angel/
