The Painter and the Rose

The painter whispers to the rose

Shall I ever portray thee proper?

Unveil the blood red hue of your perfect petals

Pull back the curtain on your eternal love?

How did your recipe of soil and water

Divinely spring to a timeless glory?

A man so desperate, whispers to his muse

Could I dress, adorn you with pure passion

Croon the song storming in my heart

Brooding since I first laid eyes

Soft caressing as warm wind, rain and sun

Embrace the thorn that faults your stem

The painter whispers to the rose

Can you make this lover smile?

As I pose and toil with canvas and oil

Bringing you to life as if from a dream

Where you’re slow dancing with sweet William

Born on an artist’s easel down by a weeping sea.

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