If I could carve you into stone
As I can describe you with my lips,
All the marble statues
Would perish,
Seize to exist.
You beauty would be the standard
Of all modern art,
Your lips curve to perfection
And your eyes captivate my heart.
Your body crafted from the heavens,
Blessed to creation,
Perfection is nothing short.
I could stare at you for hours
Like you’re a ruby red rose,
You hair is strings of gold
Pulled by the gods themselves.
Ocean waves in your hair
As you move with the breeze
It invites me to dance,
Showing me it’s flirtatious expertise.

If I was a true artist,
One that sculpts with stone.
I’d have all the greatest artist
Ask me when did I see an Angel
Up close.