are you beautiful,
your words surely are,
their a field of flowers,
stretching out as far
as my unworthy eye can see,
such a perfect portrait,
i pray the artists is as well,
i love to just visualize,
the story your work so splendidly tell,
I'm caught in a trans,
i struggle to breathe,
because your words are so breathtaking,
and suck the life out of me,
so are you beautiful,
of yourself do describe,
only a beauty can create beauty,
unless all your words shield a lie,
i I'magine you under the moonlight,
or as a raisin in the sun,
spell-bounding in both shades,
my heart you've won,
this may sound shallow,
but i just want proof,
that your face matches your soul,
of both beauty and truth,
anonymous writer of woeing verse,
answer my question no matter how absurd,
but are you as beautiful as your words...