I wouldn't simply flick the brush
in regards of painting you;
You're more than that to me.
I'd stare up high looking at the real ones
and use them as reference,
to at least be able to paint you in the same league...
You've captivated me
unlike any other nebula I've seen.
To the point, that urging myself to look away
and move on comes to the scene—
Because my mum told me
to never look at the sun directly.
Funny, how I never listen
knowing I got blinded by you.
However,
I also think of you as the moon.
Cold and very far away,
Unable to reach you.
I'm no astronaut,
But if I could—I would.
You've got me wishing for you,
Like lovers longing for each other.
But you are a star,
and I am but a man.
I'm nowhere near
the level of other women,
I'm mediocre at best.
But, I would have painted you better
than any other woman could.
