The Art Of A Woman

I looked up to the sky
Only to wonder why
Why is it that women is art
God really made them full of heart
Their hair as shiny as a light
Eyes that reflect like a moon lit night
A smile that can make you warm
They give a gift when a babies born
The face of Venus all her own
A natural beauty that I've never known
The breasts that pulses when she breaths
It wants to bring me to my knees
Hands so soft like a puffy cloud
Their voice is soft and not so loud
Their heart that's full of love
Perfect in design like a dove
The mind to think things straight
Always making them a perfect soul mate
Their legs that holds them high
Like a butterfly just flying by
What is it about a girl and a guy
Combining as only; as the paints apply
Mixing together in rainbow without an end
This is how life I want to spend
To look up to her as I fall above
You can't blame gravity for falling in love
Yet so fragile; strong if the need be
They can survive even without me
They are truly a work of art
They are the only ones that could steal my heart
They make my heart start and stop
At the same time; all in one pop
It can pick this beauty all apart, 
but I can only call them a work of art



By definition: Beauty
An assemblage or graces or properties pleasing to the eye, the ear, the intellect, the aesthetic faculty, or the moral sense.
A particular grace, feature, ornament, or excellence; anything beautiful; as, the beauties of nature.
A beautiful person, esp. a beautiful woman.
Prevailing style or taste; rage; fashion.