Oh how I dream of us. I imagine you purely you, Among your dreams And among mine. You, my muse. Me, yours. How artful would it be?
I picture you entirely, Captured still in photos, In paintings, in sculptures. I, in your writing, In fabric, in drawings. You are my art, I am yours.
Both my boyfriend and I are artists. He inspires me every day, he even got me back into poetry. I would not be doing half the art I do now without him. I love him so much.