i am a poor artist
i begged for the colours for fill,
who bought a cheap canvas a year ago,
which i see them empty.. plane still.

you had the colours i need,
why she has no paint in yet,
how can i touch her,
if its the only one i've got,

one who is only one,
care n' love is to be given,
i fear if i ruin her,
thus, i didn't fill to make it even,

im waiting, for the time to colour,
its white fair surface with blue,
im a poor artist,  before,
i don't want it to you.