As gorgeous as the blooms she paints
I wax rhapsodic without restraint
With beauty of a time gone by
Enchanting with her clear blue eyes
Many suitors have been thwarted
Her smile beguiles, you feel transported
And yet you’re drawn into her world
Where strokes of colour gently swirled
With each light flick, the gauzy crocus
Comes to life and into focus
There is no flower she has neglected
No blossom that has been rejected
Instead a maelstrom like a prism
Explodes around you, blurs your vision
You’re overwhelmed, you think you’ll faint
And dream of texture, glazes, paint
Until you’re woken from your daze
To works of art that will amaze
For Agnes is a talent rare
Transforms a surface, white and bare
Into a thing of dazzling hue
That melts your heart, like lovers do
May soul and spirit fill her brush
And burst out like a startled thrush
So that around we’ll only see
The gift of her pure artistry!