Not even a master sculptor
Could form lips soft as your velvet bows
Curved slightly upwards they unveil
Bright embers of your facial glow.
Not even a famous poet
Could find the words to describe
That special quality about you
when your smile comes alive.
Not even a concert pianist
Could reach a note as high
Or touch the depth of the emotion
That's contained within your eyes.
Not even a gifted artist
Could uncover with his brush
That special shade that rises
In sweet Jennifer's blush.