dipped in the meticulously chosen hue of love
i paint the rising sun of your eyes
and i find a quaintness in the paintstress
flames of passion wrap your frame
that dance contently in my memory
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with eyes wide shut i take escape in the scape
of your faint grin and soft skin
i get lost in thought, beauty found in translation
for they say a picture tells a thousand words
and your sculpted curves leave me speechless
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Deep within the pools of your soul
lays wisdom and i feel as if
i wade too long within the fantasy of my fancies
i'll surely drown if those waves ripple
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swirls of paint drapes your hips
crisp like a bite from a ripe apple
wrapped in your smile is the silent desire
for us to conspire the passion of the Sistine Chapel
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This illustration is painted with an ocean of emotion
that i drink in gulps and speaks volumes
the depth of your features keeps me
shrouded in the whispy puffs of cloud 9
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Divine, i open my eyes to greet you
welcomed on earth down from my dreams
i enjoyed tonight's conversation my mute beauty
I viewed your mind and spoke within the confines
of what must be your first language, body art
spoken with the tongue of a perfect portrait
-Fiasco