Artistry

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What kind of day is this to which I wake?

Am I to paint your silhouette

Or attempt to captivate the color of your cheeks?

A hundred hues to mark your moods

A thousand shades to stretch across a canvass frame

To set in view a caring soul and give it fame?

While subtle strokes of brush or ink imbue a surface plain

At once it sets and dries it moves with you in vain.

Or shall I be set to musical task

To feel the graceful harmony of your entrancing soul?

It seems that sculpting shapes of stone or wood

Or crafting other molds ne'er could

Let others see your artistry that holds you dear to me

Which leaves me with mere words to write

To craft an image of the beauty in my sight.

Artistry - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                                                 3