Beauty

Your lips, your eyes, your soul
 Are like a work of art,
 The most creative thing of all
 Is your beautiful heart.

 If you were a painting,
 No colours could express
 The beauty deep inside you,
 A rainbow, nothing less.

 If you were a sculpture
 The clay could hardly make
 Your figure of an angel
 Without one mistake.

 If you were a euphony
 No choir could really sing
 All the beautiful music
 Your eyes could possibly bring.

 So here I am, an artist,
 With inspiration beyond belief
 But to capture such rare beauty,
 I'd have to be a thief.