If an artists placed intent
Found or fell upon me previous

If that moment were the muse
Talented articulating digits
Any shade pencil and finest stock
Would not draw me then in colors

If that artisan waited, watched
The angel apparition's arrival
The grey and paper composition
Bleeds anew, colors washing through

That day we met
That vibrant yellow hue
Was hope

So long had I none in me
Felt not, endlessly

Upon my eyes you fell
My heart, when you spoke sang
Your gentle voice an ivory white
Brilliant and feather light floating

Such color in a life unattended
Such contrast as to balance
My love struck eyes knew
That I must not lose such sight

That artists drawing
Was of me previous
To the moment I met you.