"You like a grey sky
  You beautiful
even though you don't want to be "~Jasmime Warga

Poets allowed their pens
to cough up ink in order to describe
your beauty

Writers searched dictionaries
to find the perfect word to describe
a smile that belonged to you

Painters held your words
as if it carried the secrets to inspiration

They read about you in books,in poems
so foreign yet understood
They stroked your features with
a paint brush,tenderly

You are captivating,thrilling
A pleasure bound to hurt each soul bound
to be mesmerised