With one sweep of a magic wand
Materialises an ethereal figure
Made corporeal by colour:
Lashes black and shadowed brow,
Cheeks are of a burning glow
Smiles unnatural, this captive thing
Glides by in pastel clothing.
Immortality is for keeps;
Beauty is only skin deep;
Like pristine peaks covered with snow,
The garbage of climbers hidden below;
The artist’s reality is a relative one.
Ruby lips that no man kiss,
Me neither!
Tresses long, stiletto Ms.
Oh, Rose! My lady rose!
Yours is a charm without flaw,
Your fragrance puts to shame
Fashionable French perfume.
No need have you for talc or cream,
Beauty will shine through
Everyday rainbow, seasonal blooms;
Graces God-Given turns artistic tools.
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