With paint poised, canvas blank & brushes
at the ready,
You sit posing, I watch you, with my hand waiting,
steady,
Do I paint your eyes in turquoise seas, or maybe
olivine?
The gown upon your pearly breast, in leaf of
forest green?
Do I paint your hair in wheaten gold, in bronze
or of the earth?
Shall I kiss your skin with sun, or the moonbeams
of your birth?
Shall I paint upon your face, a pretty smile,
or shall it be a frown?
And upon your rounded cheeks, paint I roses,
or freckles brown?
Do I daub your lips in juice of apricot, peach,
or raspberry red?
And what about those wily curls, that I´ll paint
about your head?
I´ll not take risk of being told, that I´m wrong
or that I´ve sinned,
So I shall merely paint you my dear, in the
colour of God´s wind.
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