On a Canvas
She fills the canvas of most thoughts better than pages filled with poet's words: a dash of laughter and shining smile, eyes that rival every star in the firmament, hair that frames like the clearest night, and countless more details only so much words can hope to define. Yet the temptation to forge word after word to make real all these painted thoughts of her lends chase to every supposed relevant term just to accompany the next and the next and the next... She is a masterpiece, God's handiwork, and all one can do is still the pen, stand in awe of the perfect imperfections. Oh, the temptation to carry on with more and even more words! But one must be content or else hazard ruining God's artistry with arbitrary expectations. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have no words to accompany this piece. Enjoy it! Cheers!