Every face is a painting
Some we consider rare
Some we just glance at
At others stop and stare
Some have blonde,some have brown
Others reddish Hair
Some we are attracted to
Because of what they choose to wear
Some we choose to dance with
As though we were Fred Astaire
And they were Ginger Roger\'s
Or someone of comparable flair
Some we ask to listen
To a thought we choose to share
As we hope that when we\'re finished
That they will still be there
Some need a shoulder
On which they can cry
When life proves overwhelming
Or when somebody dies
Some we may see one day
And ask they keep in mind
That they may have inspired the painting
That,in turn,inspired these rhymes