Beau Ideal

Beauty:
She is an invitation
A portrait rejecting her painter
Yet longing for life in the stroke of His brush

Fashioned:
In the image of perfection
Manifested in her essence
But evanesced in her eyes

Broken:
By the weight of the very color she bears
Bleeding tears of eternal hope and pain
Visible only to those who will listen

Precious:
No price can be given to her
Though she has been bought in full
From the source of her worth

Captured:
As if time stood still just for her
Bound by the borders of His keep
Not knowing here she is truly free

Beauty:
She is an invitation
Lost in everlasting
Preserved in mind