I’m a painter splashing colors on my canvas.
Brilliant reds, blues, and greens.
Passion overflowing in every stroke of my brush,
Envisioning scene after beautiful scene.

Every now and then,
I steal a glance to behold my masterpiece.
But no shape has taken form,
I wonder if my obsession will ever cease.

My arms are weary,
My eyes are burning from lack of rest.
I can barely stand on my own two feet,
But my mind ignores my body’s contest.

I am a man possessed,
Beauty is just a few breathes away.
How can I even think about slacking off now.
When the work is done, that’s when I will play.

Oh my, I think I can see something now,
Yes, yes I can see it right there.
Theses particular precious strokes,
Look like a lock of her luxorious hair.

If only I could be sure,
Truly this would be such a delight,
But as fast as the image appeared it was gone.
I couldn’t find it again. try as I might.

So I suck in my breath,
I can’t let myself admit defeat.
One day I will finally have her face,
And I will gaze upon it till my last heart beat.