I am your canvas; you are a paint brush.
You put your mark on everyone you touch.
Once I gazed upon your art, I felt flush...
for I have never loved something so much.
The art we have created together,
trumps all other masterpieces that are.
We were destined like birds of a feather.
Etch on my canvas beauty so bizarre.
Paintings are meant to be hung and displayed
But, when paintings are encased they are judged.
Love needs to be natural and unswayed.
No outside forces leaving your love smudged.
Art can be debated for all to see,
but our love is just between you and me.
