I was your model
And you the painter
Between us lay a white sheet of paper

You guided me 
to where I should be
A bend here, a pose there
But no expression for my face

Your pallet was full of an array of colours
Bright red, pure gold, blues and others 
But yet you daren't shade me in beauty and light for that
would be a terrible sight

With an inch Id try and move
to show you the light that fell on your display
But to no avail,  your eyes saw me as shades of greys that
would never be for sale

So I continued to pose until you were done 
And accepted that you would never see the beauty of
the shinning sun