As beautiful as ice.
As witty as Oscar Wilde.
As kind as a grave yard's soil.
And as soft as an Autumn breeze.
You fascinate me.
Every time I lay my brush down to paint you.
Every time I sharpen my pencil to draw you.
Every time I click my pen to write about you.
Every time I ready the clay to sculpt you.
You lean over.
You smile.
You know its you.
You bat your lashes and laugh.
You find ways.
You walk like grace.
You sing like joy.
You trust like faith.
You love like bravery.
My muse.
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