I've painted too many pictures
And all of them, the same
I've painted your face a thousand times
Yet I've forgotten your name
And it is such a travesty
Not to mention a **** shame
For you are the only face
The only inspiration that came
And oh, the colors in your eyes are those of the dawn
Your lips as soft as the brush that paints them on and on
In your beauty, in your grace, I find, in utter shame
The treachery, the irony, of a love's forgotten name
My brush will stay clasped in this hand, my strokes remaining true
Until the memories come back, my paint will remember you
I'll be penniless with all the paint and canvas I'll have bought
All because of a beautiful face whose name that I forgot