This is all I know about love , it’s about investment of time
It’s about Watching the first stroke grow into lovely art
Watching the hues caress at every phase
Creating depth , a dreamy haze
Softly transitioning into a love tale
Of the painter and his canvas
A seamless union without an end , timeless
the words in my book, like blended colors and warm tones
Speak of a love rooted in my bones
When I say, I love you ,then it\'s the truth
Day in day out, my love persists,
Deep in my marrow, it firmly exists.
words from my mouth, are never enough
Better they are printed, even if I were to go away.
They wouldn\'t decay with me, but they would remain as a promise with no end
I would go down in history as the girl that loved you till death.
Like da Vinci and his greatest art, the monalisa
I am fascinated by your smile , your lovely nature , you are my Lisa
I love to capture your gentle and loving nature with my art
I cannot draw or paint like da Vinci but I can write
In my case I am still taking my time to refine my art,
by redefining the very essence of you
You are precious to me, my muse, a fact that is true
Line after line, I write of my love that is unswerving
Confessing the lot after lot, your presence is ever deserving
Deserving of more serenades and promises of love
My am I glad to call you mine