Amber

Amber was a chin of gold A flower that blooms and grows, Fixed with perfect gaze, To look upon the world below.

Her forehead glistened as gold; Her cheeks like Beryl Stone With eyes that capture the ocean Hue The likes of which only a few sailors knew.

Her lips of amber never part, Yet she whispered I make her a work of art So I searched heart and soul Taking my brush, canvas, and stool; I sat and painted with inspiration anew. Creating my Amber; The only masterpiece I knew.