Her green gaze brightly glows
Steeling the oxygen from the air.
The glasses resting on her nose
only intensify her luminous stare.
On the canvas of gentle cheeks
A rosy blush paints the space.
Dimples rest where her smile peaks
Perfecting the beauty of her face.
She lifts a hand to cradle her chin
Her lungs exhale a gentle sigh.
The sunlight dances on her skin
Captivating the watching eye.
She examines tools of her trade,
Pouring over a mess of utensils.
Searching for the perfect shade
Of pastels or charcoal pencils.
She comes to life as she sketches,
Magic escapes through her hands.
Light pales as her smile stretches,
In her presence all time disbands.
She's a craft that's been perfected,
She's an angel that God released.
She's a treasure to be protected,
She's the artist; a masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
The Artist
Poetry"On the canvas of gentle cheeks A rosy blush paints the space. Dimples rest where her smile peaks Perfecting the beauty of her face." An Observation of true Beauty.
