LuxLuthor

Although I am not a wise man Let it be known that I do have the privilege to see Something that you can not The beauty of your face three-dimensionally Artists put down your brushes Your strokes can't do justice to the contours of her frame And poets put down your pen No verse could describe the light that shines behind her name Although I am not a wise man Let it be said that I do have the privilege to see Your beauty as it outruns time With each passing year in three hundred and sixty degrees Artists stop mixing your oils No colour will come close to matching the shades of her skin And poets close your note books As to describe he