Like the Mona Lisa canvas
or the rock that formed de Milo
As shifting sands in Saharan sunsets
your facade becomes as rich.
Each word you speak
a brushstroke closer to perfection
Your smile becomes the moonlight
amidst a sea of fading stars.
As one sees beauty in the mountains
but a masterpiece in sculpture
Or phantoms in the colors
but divinity on stained glass.
You went from earth to Venus
from sunlight to Mary on the chapel floor.
You knight the world with ardor
and becloud my sight of heaven.
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