Work of Art

I drip words,

made up of imagination,

my scent so wild,

and my presence is power.

I have no shape,

but a perfect sculpture,

a reflection of life,

a beauty of harmony.

In many forms I appear,

behind the lens,

behind the scenes,

the quality of beauty.

Every emotions,

with different motions,

from pieces molded a poetry,

rhyming mood of coquetry.

I am the strongest spirit,

with every single digit,

as little as a splash,

a perfect English rose.

The imperfection makes me,

broken with flawless,

fated with rhyme,

I am the extra ordinary.

A creation,

A gift,

A challenge,

I am the work of Art!