by Gee Padua Lin

An artist can read your secrets behind your cute lips,
Your soul in your eyes was here on my fingertips
It speaks for a work of art, not a common piece
It’s your beautiful heart that made you very rich!

A painting like you can’t modify your exact beauty
Comparing the colours in rainbow only shows simplicity
Your perfection deep within, even box of crayons less
It’s hard for me to draw all fabulous assets you possess

If I will mold a clay to create your sculpture
I might end up with nothing and felt quite tortured
Your figure was rare, it’s quite hard to mimic
I will only waste my materials and do a mistake

I see you as an angel sitting behind the clouds
Playing your harp together with the holy crowds
I heavenly felt in love with your romantic sounds
Can I call for Jesus for you to spare some magical smiles?

You can call me a sinner writer Jay and you may listen to my grief
Sometimes I lose the power of inspirations beyond my beliefs
For obsession to your perfection I have to be a thief
To steal some idea to write and find some relief