Picasso, Leonardo
Neruda, and Bukowski
They will all lose
And see
The real art from me.
I’m not referring
to my love-sick poetry
Or stories of
tragedy and insanity.
I’m referring to one thing,
Something only I possess
Even the moon, waxing and waning,
Will shy away and brighten less.
It’s the art of you,
It’s your gentle hue.
Your Mona Lisa soul
Defeats Picasso blue.
Museums can’t take you,
The galaxy and stars too.
Art to be kept so true,
In my heart you will certainly do.
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