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As he walked across the room
Everyone would notice
Antonio
He had some sort of grandeur about him
No one ever seemed to understand
Some sort of elegance
Only he had
A square jaw, aquiline nose
Head held high, strong build
Every man wanted to be him
And every woman wanted to be with him
This beautiful man
Was painted by an artist
His beauty immortalized
On a canvas
The softness of his skin
Captured by the oils
The sparkles in his eyes
Harnessed by the bristles
The still life of Antonio
Now hangs upon a wall
Of a meager antique shop
Where we now stand
As you look upon the face
Of dear, dear Antonio
I gaze at yours
My dear, dear Antonio
How I can only dream
Of immortalizing you myself
Upon a paper
In between lines and letters
For I cannot capture your beauty, grandeur and build
Through gouache and tempera
I can only try with great faith
And syntax and meter
For I am just a poet
Who can only hope to match
The great artist before me
Who managed to get
Antonio
Literary: The Still Life of Antonio
As he walked across the room
Everyone would notice
Antonio
He had some sort of grandeur about him
No one ever seemed to understand
Some sort of elegance
Only he had
A square jaw, aquiline nose
Head held high, strong build
Every man wanted to be him
And every woman wanted to be with him
This beautiful man
Was painted by an artist
His beauty immortalized
On a canvas
The softness of his skin
Captured by the oils
The sparkles in his eyes
Harnessed by the bristles
The still life of Antonio
Now hangs upon a wall
Of a meager antique shop
Where we now stand
As you look upon the face
Of dear, dear Antonio
I gaze at yours
My dear, dear Antonio
How I can only dream
Of immortalizing you myself
Upon a paper
In between lines and letters
For I cannot capture your beauty, grandeur and build
Through gouache and tempera
I can only try with great faith
And syntax and meter
For I am just a poet
Who can only hope to match
The great artist before me
Who managed to get
Antonio
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