I said I would buy her painting
I gave her a story of mine
My payment is darkness fainting
Her painting is smelling salts' light
In it she is bare shouldered ****
With planets pouring from her mind
It is beautiful
Planets exude
The inner most thoughts of her kind
Smile so distracting like flower
Opened unto the sun's sweet rays
Blushing at the radiant power
Of love's wakeful, springtime day
She is not sleeping
Because I am awake
I am the sun. Ok so I thought I should explain this one. The painting I am talking about is the canvas or fabric of space-time as we understand from Einstein's theory of relativity. The story which buys the painting is gravity written by the sun. The sun also needs the space-time in order to send its photons to the planets, the planets being a product of the mind of space-time dynamics. Space-time is **** and beautiful like a flower because it recieves the influence of the light which is the gives love to planets (in her mind) such as earth. As long as the sun is awake space-time can never be sleeping but is always changing and awake... conversely, this is based on a true story where I tried to buy a painting from a young lady with a short story because I couldn't afford it with money. the painting really is her **** with planets coming out of her head and I really found it to be beautiful, though she didn't see in it what I saw in it. So there you go. cool isn't it?