the muse

Today, I decided to buy a canvas.
I had no idea of what to create
But all I could think of was you.
A picture with details with a shade of pink.
The teeth a bit crooked.
A smile a bit tinted.
Eyes with a hint of green.
He looks like a god on display.

I stared at this devoted hue.
It reminded me of the time I stared at you.
It rushed with a feeling
I don't know how to describe
So I think it's time to varnish.

Some time has passed and I showed a pal
They looked it and laughed
"You created this for him?"
I shrugged and pretended not to grin.
"I guess you can say it's similar"
But the truth is written on the canvas.
They brushed it off and walked away.
But on my mind, you tend to stay.

I always thought it was romantic to have a muse
I just never really had one until you.
I have written about others...
I have thought very hard.
But for you, I painted something I can't discard.

I tried to search on different forms
Maybe I can sell this painting and it will be no more.
Atleast in my hands, I think someone would score it.
Maybe a solid 10 or maybe they'd laugh and hand me him.
Hmph, I guess it's mine to keep.
So I will continue to draw you even in my sleep.

And in a dream, an art teacher you'll appear as to me.
He looks me in the face and giggles to himself.
Right before he grabs my face with paint
He laughs than briefly says
"don’t do anything rash you’ll have to pay for that karma later"
And shocked as can be, I stare directly.

I will wake up from my dream.
Knowing you are so far away from me.
But the thought of you keeps me sane.
So today, I guess I decided...
You know what?
I will paint your face.