paint a portrait that portrays the perfection of goddess, Queen-like, angelic..
Calligraffiti shaded, dip the tip into olive, faded brushstrokes, drawn kinetic.
Lines connected, I form an outline, that only the worthiest of Gods can create..
Design the shape of a coke bottle, an hour glass...Legs of a ballet dancer...Plee-yay..
Long And Slender, Shapely, Smooth as Silk And Soft as The Finest Linens..
Make the skin so that it glistens golden...Contour the subtle whims and bends..
The idealistic outs and ins...Glamorous, Yet Naturally Beautified and wondrous..
Grab the brush used for detail, Brush the most gorgeous face amongst us..
Douse the Brush brown with streaks of hazel, And randomly scatter Crystal streaks..
Inside the Shining iris…Divine, Which Brings out the slightest glisten, the bristles speak..
Eyes that trance, Glowing daggers, That sparkle when the sunlight Hits the right angle..
Eyes that entangle a king within the iris'…lightly outlined in black, gleaming like an angels..
Eyelashes, Long and slender, thin but thick...Eyebrows with the Perfect curve..
Only the kind that couldn't be explained within a thousand and one words..
I sit the brush off to the side…And grab a slimmer brush with a slightly long tip..
And Drench the Ends in A ruby red, Take it and demonstrate how to make the lips..
The Stretched out heart across the top lip, The hardly noticeable pout..
Full but in the confines of Reality, The bottom lip slightly subtly sticking out..
Wash the brush…Come back, And soak the bristles into a dark shade of brown..
Begin to swiftly guide my hands creating the hair, Just more than shoulder length, cascading down..
Then I create a tear on the rosy cheeks, To show that this Goddess is human…She cries…
I grab the littlest brush that I have, To Show her that I will dry her eyes…
Because I don't want a goddess that's perfect on the outside, if her inside don't connect..
Instead of a beautiful face, and Graceful body, I want a beautiful intellect..
So I sign the page, Give my creation the greatest mind that I can conceive..
And lift the brush off the canvas, I've painted the ideal goddess finally…
With a halo Above her head Towards her throne, Her seat of everlasting life.
She can't be alone i dread as shes now dead for I painted this goddess as my wife
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