Poor Renoir
Your beauty is beyond compare
No he couldn't capture that smile of yours
His brush would turn green with envy
By: Anthony AJ Jackson 7-15-99 9:22a.m.
Even Renoir could only paint you half as fair
As you are to me,
My lovely, lovely lady.
That key home God gave you
So you could open Heaven's doors.
What would poor Monsieur Renoir do?
Of God's creative hand
For he would come to see
No one could replicate such a beautiful woman.