I've always been a fan of art.                   Some might even call it an addiction
   I allowed few to draw over my heart
   They left nasty graffiti and unspeakable memories But then I met a real artist
   she came and made it a blank canvas
      She asked if she could paint something beautiful I said yes but take your time
  At first the image appeared to be us
     But then the colors started to run         together and I couldn't figure it out
        No one could not even her
 But art is never understood until its completed Now we are finished and the paint has dried And I finally see
       That you created a masterpiece