I love the way you carve
Every stroke into those sketches,
As if the passion inside of you
Could never been so deep.
I love the way you paint
As your hand dances and stretches,
With every touch of color
The world will ever need!
I fancy you
Oh! And those fingertips, too.
Nobody could paint a world
As colorful as you.
Oh! Did you know, my love
You painted my delicate soul, too?
Now I'm your masterpiece
As you're my poetry,
Oh! Our love could never be so true.