God is van gogh

Your eyes are his starry night,
Your heart is his yellow house,
Your smile is brighter than the days of arles,
And your love opens at eternity’s gate.

I am a sketch,
Lost in the wastebin-
My heart is its tears,
My page is unfinished,
And my love has been tossed away for better ventures.

Yet I am still art
And I am still beauty-
After all, without me,
Where would be his masterpiece?