O Painter

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*O Painter

with thy own eye

would thee

paint me in mine own natural hue

prithee paint me as i am,

imperfections

and blemishes true

Load thy brush

with colors sundry

to maketh yond first pure sweep

across the ****** frieze,

fill'd with pangs of hunger.

paint me as i standeth

bethought, in deep

With mine own love and mine own desire,

blurring the edges unclean

with mine own regrets

and mine own mental gyre,

in mine own natural age,

of deep forest green

O Painter

Paint me sinister turquoise,

in lavender and maroon,

combine the amethyst and amber

blend the iceberg

and the indigo moon.

Paint me as i standeth,

prithee see with thy eye

a mistress in yond lady plight

Prithee paint me all i am

i cullionly

a mistress in all yond lady might

Paint me in the optimistic

silv'r of dawn,

but don’t miss the purple

to shade the bruise

of the bygone.

paint me in the sky blue journal

O Painter

Paint me as a unique template

smudge black white and grizzled

merging all the colors of thy palette.

col'r me a rainbow

in a rainy drizzle

Paint me tall so yond i standeth

loftier than any mountain

Paint me as a dram bird, delicate

with soft feathers silken

Paint me harmony, as a violin

so yond i can sing thy solitary tune

paint me as thy poetry

with song and melody

wrapp'd in a cocoon

O Painter

paint me as a dream yond rises

in did saturate colors

with a steady upbeat flight awry

tint, a fluttering

of a quite quaint butterfly

Portray me with endurance

imbue so bold and bright

doth not hesitate

to depict mine own mind

in profound fuchsia and white.

Useth the colors yond thee would borrow

Thy palette not yet exsufflicate

Paint mine own loss and mine own sorrow

in search of a shade so ******

Adorn mine own heart in glowing garnet

at which hour thee paint mine own love

add a true broken blue shade

of the cloud and the rain above;

Study mine own dry sorrow

in mine own soul

useth any shade thee plaited

soften the edges of control

in a tinge of xanthene.

O Painter

Prithee paint me

Mine own passion and mine own spirit

shall has't a crimson r'd hint

mine own remorse and mine own regret

shall reflect an ink stain print

Paint me in mine own eye so true

O Painter

but add a dash of courage too*

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