If I
were a painter,
I would strain to capture every
colour
in your face,
every sparkle and shine in your
hair
and eyes,
using various line patterns to
capture
every trace,
of that gorgeous face that
I idolize...
If I were a
sculptor,
I'd work meticulously to carve out
that
smooth figure,
shaping the pose to fit
your
style,
creating so perfect an image
of you
I'm sure,
that those soft stone lips may
even
seem to smile...
If I were a
musician,
every note I would play would make
your
skin tremble,
and when your heart beat slows
to my
rythm,
I'll know that I've got your
ears
under my spell,
and I'll catch you alone
whistling
my hymn...
But I am a mere
poet,
relying on words to express the
beauty
of emotion,
of them all this being the
most
simple art,
little insignificant scribbles
that
leave no
impression,
of the big feelings I hide in
my heart...
Yet your love shows me
the
truth,
I'm a painter in the way my words stroke the
tears
on the canvas of
your
face...
I'm a sculptor in the way I mold my
profound
visions into
words...
I'm a musician in the way my words unlock the
music
that lies in
your
heart...
I had no idea,
of what a great artist
I am...
Thank you...
~~Author: Andrew Gutierrez~~
