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I wish I could show you true beauty to put a frame to what eyes behold. I wish I could trace your outline           touch your details                     brush your shadows Cutting stone to your remarkable mold. I wish I could stop time with a pencil to frame unintentional glory to capture you, modest           tranquil                     serene Making seconds outlast eternity. I wish I could capture these moments these pauses so precious to me Instants of awe and breathless watching painting to memory what I perceive. So brief are these hallowed moments and so erratically intermittent that I find myself hoping           lingering                     longing Forgetting the time in between them. I wish I had the faculty to contain your gilded beauty. Instead, I watch, and cherish these moments, For in them           I love you                     and you only.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
If I were an Artist
I wish I could show you true beauty to put a frame to what eyes behold. I wish I could trace your outline           touch your details                     brush your shadows Cutting stone to your remarkable mold. I wish I could stop time with a pencil to frame unintentional glory to capture you, modest           tranquil                     serene Making seconds outlast eternity. I wish I could capture these moments these pauses so precious to me Instants of awe and breathless watching painting to memory what I perceive. So brief are these hallowed moments and so erratically intermittent that I find myself hoping           lingering                     longing Forgetting the time in between them. I wish I had the faculty to contain your gilded beauty. Instead, I watch, and cherish these moments, For in them           I love you                     and you only.
I wrote this poem when I was in a coffee house doing homework. I looked up and saw a girl standing alone, waiting in line. She had not noticed me, and there were brief moments where she looked completely natural, whether unaware or indifferent to the world around her. She was beautiful because she didn't know someone was watching. Earlier I had been thinking about how I wished I had chosen a more artistic profession. I wanted to be a photographer or a painter, so that I could capture and remember moments like this. In this poem, I attempt to make sensual the act of capturing the brief moments of this woman's beauty through different artistic styles.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
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