Beauty of an Artist

The faint lines of age, and scarred heart,
rested beneath her eyes, that distanced themselves,
from the coldness of a world,
a place to which she put her love into,
that had in moments through time,
shed tears over many a year.
Her hands projecting a timid frail figure,
as she picked up the paintbrush,
to paint the beauty she had once seen within the world,
in vague highlights of dreams, she shared the vision.
A vision which held serenity,
in laughters of dancing colors,
in passions of red longing,
in greens that came through naturally,
and yellows and white of light.
The flaws of time became invisible,
in her touch,
brushed in softened glow,
in the depths of heart,
beauty emerged,
revealing itself,
from the deep within her soul,
her lines of age, and scarred heart,
unseen,
as love,
deep within her soul,
was evident in all she put in.
Beauty.