How many tools it would take to sculpt the details of your heart.
So much my eyes could capture that only a glance wouldn't suffice.
Glory, glory - your being commands the definition of art
The grace in your walk collectively taut.
No auction bid could rise worthy of compromise.
How many tools it would take to sculpt the details of your heart.
The most intriguing inspiration in a place I never sought.
Your presence and charisma, together so eloquently synchronized.
Glory, glory - your being commands the definition of art.
Every life without you is unfilled and distraught.
I'd search for you in every wilderness from sunset to sunrise.
How many tools it would take to sculpt the details of your heart.
A menu full of masterpieces I'd still choose you a la carte.
Compliments to the chef for he didn't compromise.
Glory, glory - your being commands the definitions of art.
I'll take all notes necessary; only category worth being smart.
My goal to present you so well even the blind could visualize.
How many tools it would take to sculpt the details of your heart.
Glory, glory - your being commands the definitions of art.
About the Creator
Wendoly velazquez
Emotions into literature is a gift that keeps on giving. Creating something so endless and enlightening that it can’t help but captivate your spirit. All from the experience and authenticity of my life and imagination. God bless🤍
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"A menu full of masterpieces I'd still choose you a la carte." Omgggg I loved that line so much! Such a wonderful Villanelle!