How did you whisk sunshine from skies up above
And add it to petals, to burst with its rays?
When did you clamber down into the mine-shaft
In order to add liquid gold to your gaze?
Why did you feel you could steal golden paintbrush
From canvases brilliantly hung in the Louvre?
Where did you learn how to strut with such confidence,
Knowing your beauty has nothing to prove?
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
kind of similar to my thoughts:) Yours is so well expressed:) Lovely poem
Thank you!
Beautiful poem !
Congrats !
utham
Thank you, Utham!
This paints a beautiful picture while just forged with vividly vibrant words.
Beautiful image to complement those beautiful words.
Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind comment!