Masterpiece
by Poetic Rizz
Original poem "Beauty" by Zlata S. Steere
Poetry Now Version
Your lips, your eyes, your soul—
a true work of art.
The greatest creation of all?
Your heart's beautiful spark.
If you were a canvas,
no shade could contain
the beauty that lies within—
a rainbow unchained.
If you were a statue,
even the finest clay would fail
to capture your angelic form—
it’s too perfect to pale.
If you were a melody,
no song could ever convey
the beauty in your gaze—
that’s music for every day.
So here I stand, an artist at heart,
with inspiration beyond belief.
But to claim such rare beauty,
I’d have to be a thief.
— Poetic Rizz
Original Poem
Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.
If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.
If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.
If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.
— Zlata S. Steere