Your honey-dipped gaze fixed
On the painted art,
While my blessed eyes were fixed
On the human art.
You praised the artist’s artworks
As the best one yet;
You don’t know all the fireworks
That went when we met.
With your hair perfectly dressed
When you stood right there;
How could that art be the best?
I could say I swear.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC
Your honey-dipped gaze fixed
On the painted art,
While my blessed eyes were fixed
On the human art.
You praised the artist’s artworks
As the best one yet;
You don’t know all the fireworks
That went when we met.
With your hair perfectly dressed
When you stood right there;
How could that art be the best?
I could say I swear.