She is a sculptor
For she carves herself
Onto all our hearts,
To be remembered,
And treasured
Forever.
She is a poet
For she strings
The same letters together
In millions of different ways
To express
What our silly hearts
Are too caged to feel.
She is a painter
For in her brush strokes exist
Splatters of
Emotions she feels
That no one understands.
She is an artist;
Or perhaps,
She is the art.
