I felt sure at first glace

That I had seen a work of art

A canvas masterfully touched by gentle brushstrokes

Till that face, glowing like that of an angel

Stared back at me

Through frame of oak and glass

 

Of flaxen hair

And sea green eyes

Was the beauty that fell 'fore my gaze

Skin like that of a china doll

And a smile

That to me seemed a golden ray of light

Warmer even than the

Fickle heat of the sun

 

I longed for that beauty

Though I knew I should not

And tortured my fair caged heart

Till cries like that of a wounded animal

Could be heard in my chest

Through every hour

Of every day

 

How is it

That a work of art

Could be of flesh and blood

Rather than of pigment and brush?

What great magic it must have been

To make this perfection a reality

 

I think that were my desire still

A painting

Of oil

Of canvas

Of beauty locked behind a polished wood frame

That I might overcome

Nature itself

To put myself in that canvas

So that I might share

The colors of

Flaxeb gold

Sea green

And porcelain white