 | Thin wispy lines stretching across a pallid canvas;
Arching strokes of beauty and vibrancy begin to appear,
Each a delicate line placed by a perfect hand
In the creation of the masterpiece “Love.”
A figure so handsome as to be adorned with a color so rare;
Mesmerizing swirls of Blackened White commence a race
Gently up the thighs and to her breast, finally kissing each dimpled cheek.
Each kiss in turn leaves a trace of Scarlet Gold in sweet remembrance.
Luscious curls entreating a sensuous caress
As tantalizing strokes of Sparkling Black,
Slowly tint the hand sculptured locks
Tenderly framing the regal face of heavenly perfection.
Cunning strokes create two endless oceans of Wisteria Green,
The depth of which can only be found from the heart,
Peer from underneath heavily framed lashes of Midnight purple.
Naïveté affecting brazen glances into the souls of captivated lovers.
Down from the gentle brow and flawlessly chiseled nose of Forest Copper
To enthralling lips of divine beauty enveloped in Rustic Pink strokes.
A smile that easily enrages Aphrodite to jealousy,
Melts the enamored hearts of all lovers.
The loose flowing dress of Violet Turquoise
Gracefully draped around her shoulders and dipping down her alluring neck
Capture lovers’ thoughts of magnificent fantasies with the impeccable doll.
No being could compare to her grace and charm
But, alas, one thing remains for the Lover of all lovers to create,
Her beauty he created for all to glorify
However, her heart he created just for him.
She was to be his and only his for eternity.
She was his picture.
His picture of love.
(Seeing perfection in a person happens when we love them unconditionally despite all their faults and seemingly incompatabilities. When you see them and only them and everyone and everything fades into the background or maybe this is just my view on perfection) |  |
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