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If I could paint such loveliness
as you, I’d be so very proud. My artwork, on display, would bring a hefty price, adoring crowd. But how on canvas to portray the feeling I get when we talk, the smiles and laughter that you cause, the warmth of hands as we both walk? Though artist, I’m not good enough, to paint devotion that I feel, to capture scent, the taste of lips, so many hues to make you real. You’re so much more than physical. I’ll put my brush back in its case. I’d rather sit and talk awhile, drown in your eyes, explore your grace. |