With his brush he paints my soul
Reaching down into my core
Each colour tears away a little more
Of everything that I stood for
~~~
The canvas no longer cold and blank
Now alive with painted strokes
Tells a story in striking colours
Of every tear that I let fall
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I watch as his brush does glide
Across the fabric bold and wide
He turns to see me standing there
And smiles as if he knows I care
~~~
He steps aside and gives to me
His brushes all for me to see
He beckons with his cold grey eyes
For me to paint the coloured skies
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I shake my head and try to leave
But he just takes my hand instead
And dips the brush I’m holding still
Into the colours of his well
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Guiding my hand and painted brush
I see a vision quickly rush
Across the sky there’s just so much
Of hidden secrets I must crush
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With bold and steady strokes I paint
The pictures of my life unspent
Guided by his gentle touch
He reassures me of so much
~~~
Into this painter’s life I tread
Whirling through colours in his head
I see a painted caravan ahead
A Gypsy’s life I know he’s led
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With steady hand he starts to paint
The uneven colours of my heart
Smoothing out the ragged edges
With painted kisses temptation lingers
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I step inside the painter’s canvas
Falling through his world of colours
But far too late I’ve come to realise
He now lays claim to all my colours
~~~
He strips away all my redemption
Stealing my kisses was his intention
Falling through his colours bright
I feel the quickening of his light
~~~
He wraps his brushes all around me
And paints a new world to surround me
I feel the depth of his every colour
He paints me like no other lover
~~~
Inside his canvas I now reside
The Gypsy with the Painter’s brush
This secret love that I must hide
Across the canvas of my life
