Ms. Heart and Mr. Art (Poem)

There was once a girl who knew from the start

That she was born with a very broken heart

As each day passed, she grew weaker

She was like a candle just starting to flicker

So one day she asked her Mom and Dad

If she could travel, to not be so sad

After many failed attempts they finally said yes

To make her forget the weak heart she possess

So the very next day she took the next plane to Paris

Not knowing what she would see made her quite anxious

There once was a boy who loved to paint

Not one buyer would ever complaint

His art was amazing beyond compare

He knew that he will never lose his flair

But suddenly his art started to go bad

With this strange occurrence, he went mad

He had somehow lost his skill of art

If he doesn't do something, he'll fall apart

So to find his will of art that was lost in sight

He traveled to Paris at the middle of the night

The girl saw that Paris was a beautiful place

Nothing could make her memory erase

At the same time the boy saw what he came to see

He saw art everywhere, where art could be free

He went to a museum where art like to thrive

But he saw something better when he had arrive

There was a beautiful girl who was absorbed in it all

He had knew that it was her that made him fall

He walked next to her and stood at her side

He asked what she saw and she simply replied

"I see it very lovely but dull at the same time

It sounds pretty dumb, I hope you don't mind"

He chuckled at her answer a cute one it seem

When she saw him smile, it made her beam.

The boy asked the girl, "What is your name?"

She wanted to tell him, but the excuse is quite lame

For he was a stranger and they had just met.

But something about him didn't make her fret.

She told him, "I can't tell you, but just call me Ms. Heart."

He kissed her hand and said, "Then I'll be Mr. Art"

Weeks went by and they saw Paris with their own eyes

They watch the sun together as it set and rise

Day by day, as they spent more time with each other

These feelings started to stir for one another

One day Mr. Art said, "I have a brilliant plan

I want to paint you, really I can"

"Why is it me that you so badly want to paint?"