The Finest Suit

"I have two artwork
a gorgeous painting of a fine wormen
and another of a fine man
but their face I drew in perfection
and they shall find each other"
spoke God,
"Where is it?"


What should I do to this love
He stood there like a painting
and I, the viewer or perhaps
the painting as his eyes kept stilled
A legendary dream artwork
where the earth keeps many
work as the copy left inside
Some people don't have
this as there face leaves ill
but his face dress in elegance
eyes bright and sheath
classic and earthy glow
what perfection I saw
with a legendary beauty
a heartfelt 
grace my love
with him I feel as if we
are so always at ball for his
face stays like an antique
always ready for a diner
formal face of excellence
for when the night falls
I see him like the prestige moon
when the air moans in its sleep
I watch him and say how
wonderful how gorgeous
as he lays like an excellent
artwork of clay

for in this time when
there is anger
beauty reminds us
what is true beauty
what is beautiful
never goes aways
but what is
different is always
"maybe"


sheath eyes
simple face
nose structure
lips of plum
powerful
full
my love
what more
can I say

shhh be silent and let me watch
you maybe so I can pen you
that you can always be memorized
you were my love you arn't pretty
for pretty is too cheap of a word

my love you are beautiful
"good quality"
like the finest suit
and I the finest dress

we make a fashion  statement
when we are together
in this world that seems as if a runway
let us walk pass these people that
seem like viewers
my other artwork


"he found there the two paintings underneath his desk
and placed it on the wall"