work of art

[tasha]

with artists passion, artists pride
i shaped your fine and featured face
with eyes of deep and woody brown
and mouth so soft yet full of life
my fingers one by one did move
across the flesh across the face
and there they shaped a subtle crease,
a bright new blush, a clean cut scar
and there they recreated dreams
of faces with a perfect grace
cheeks of soft and tender touch
and nose to contour of thine face
hair that falls like golden paint
in flowing drips across thy brow
in subtle gold and sunset hue
the day doth seem to end there now
my fingers led a life their own
with tender touch and shaping mind
to hollow shadows, smooth thine skin
create a youthful face defined
the skin washed in a golden hue
so lightly tanned and golden brushed
and appled cheeks with brightened glow
the peachy tone a perfect blush
then with slow and tender kiss
i breathed your life, through lips to heart
my love of my creation deep
and beautiful, my work of art.

 

[Noodle]

i dig your choice and placement.
doth is an odd older word.
is it archaic?
i really enjoyed this as much as the last one diconcerted me.
errp, errp.

 

[tasha]

hello my new frend, thanks for replying again. this poem is one of my faves! when im in one of my "love is real" moods! so, hep, see ya later