I light a match and watch it burn,
I think of our love and watch and learn.
It starts with a spark stong intense,
It burns for a while then becomes less dense.
The flames have gone, smoke hangs in the air,
Just as my love still lingers there
Your lips, your eyes, your soul are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all, is your beautiful heart.
If you were a painting, no colours could express,
The beauty deep inside you, a rainbow nothing less.
If you were a sculpture, the clay could hardly make,
Your figure of an angel, without one mistake.
If you were a euphony, no choir could really sing,
All the beautiful music, your eyes could possibly bring.
So here i am an artist, with inspiration beyond belief,
But to capture such rare beauty, i'd have to be a thief