Fine lines, detailed features
Genuine surreal pictures;
Smooth and well-shaped surface,
Beauty draws on your face.
Colors blending neatly,
Textures were mixed softly;
You're a perfect canvas,
The song I listen much.
Your lyrics are my cure,
Notes shouting love so pure;
Your songs are like my poem,
Guide whenever I roam.
The peace when I'm alone,
Brought comfort in my zone;
Masterpiece I adore,
You give my life color.
Your music is my heal,
Got whatever I feel;
Glad you have seen yourself
—you are the art itself.
–written by minnaya34
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