An Immortal Beauty
By Anya Hume
Authors write novels
on a captivating heart
like hers.
Poets scribble whimsy
in awe of her imagination,
never outgrown.
Artists etch precious matter
to narrowly capture glimpses
of her ineffable sublimity.
And yet, a new one.
A lover.
Humble and infatuated,
she is watched by her;
not observed but seen.
Her representation is everlasting
through the eyes of the creatives,
but her immortal beauty lasts
through the soul of the lover.
By Anya Hume

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