Laurens View
Lauren's ViewI open my eyes to a work of art,
A Painting.
The canvas is the same;
But the semitre is oh so different.
So polished were the ornate imagies
carved into this esquit gold frame.
The porcelin beginnings were so smooth,
That the two cultured pearls that viewed me,
seemed as if gravity held them there.
Warm,
As the sun was my take on her depth.
This Painting was true mastery.
For so rarely do our inner parts
grow beyond our Beauty.
But, I saw it.
Because she stood before Me.
Priceless in worth is my Love!
TREVON
A Painting.
The canvas is the same;
But the semitre is oh so different.
So polished were the ornate imagies
carved into this esquit gold frame.
The porcelin beginnings were so smooth,
That the two cultured pearls that viewed me,
seemed as if gravity held them there.
Warm,
As the sun was my take on her depth.
This Painting was true mastery.
For so rarely do our inner parts
grow beyond our Beauty.
But, I saw it.
Because she stood before Me.
Priceless in worth is my Love!
TREVON
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