Her Impossible Portrayal
The hands of any architect could never create such an elegant craft.
Perfection was carefully embedded into her soul;
something no man could ever define or construct.
Her lovely display will never have been portrayed on paper;
No artist could ever discover a canvas
adequate enough to lay down her masterpiece
or even begin tracing her silhouette.
Hoping one could endure her unexplainable disposition
is like hoping there are angels in heaven.
Every tune and melodious melody dwelling within her thoughts
will never be recreated by the worlds most clever musician.
The harmony in her voice
draws a sense of companionship with any audience;
Perhaps there are a thousand symphonies
in every syllable she speaks.
But a poet..
A poet could describe her good character with the ink
that holds his desperate motive;
Simply appreciating her soul with the words he'd written,
that would soon follow him into his dreams.
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