Self-Conceit

I study every inch through
As I paint this picture of you
I never seemed to see
How beautiful you are to me

How smooth and soft is your hair
And your skin is so very fair
Your eyes are of perfection
Looking back at me with affection

Your beauty puzzles the mind
Like your face speaks it’s kind
As if to kiss my eyes with pleasure
And treat me like my golden treasure

Yet I never noticed it before
And now I just want more
As I finish the painting for all eyes to see
I post the image that is of me.

--Desiree

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