Hold in thy hands, a palette of paint and a brush
Create a masterpiece, a glorious bit of art
But before thou stroke and let all the colors gush
First take away the weeds embedded in my heart
Make my heart thump faster than a horse in the field
Set thy lovely eyes on me, make me feel like gold
Thou be a rose’s thorn, an impenetrable shield
Radiate thy warmth through my veins, my fingers cold
Fill the air with the aroma of thy sweetest words
In the days of my sorrow and nights of torment
Sing to me my lullaby with the lyre’s chords
While I sleep in thy arms surrounded with thy scent
Speak to me the words of my mind unspoken
In the midst of silence, see through my eyes’ veil
An image of a little girl, so long been frightened
Waiting for a knight to defend her from a gale
I own scratches on my skin, hurtful wounds from the past
I hope thou shall accept me with no alterations
And love me completely, a love that will truly last
And if possible, love me more for my imperfections
