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A Work of Art


Where do I start?

A beautiful smile.

A beautiful heart.

Beauty in every aspect;

you're a wonderful piece of art.

I love the pattern of your curls.

Your personality shines brighter than a pearl.

Your ebullience is out of this world.

I'm proud to call you my girl.

Better yet my young queen .

You're the woman I pictured in my dreams.

I thought they were just fantasies.

I didn't know finding the perfect woman was part of my destiny.

You got that thing,

not that Lauryn Hill thing:

That thing that makes me want to explore every part of you

and just keep coming back for more,

Until there's nothing left to explore...

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