Beautifully Stained
You walked in, and lay your eyes on the pillows of my cheeks
they rested in the confidence of what you do to me
I was blank, empty and naked with expectation.
Knowing only that I'll be forever changed
by a stroke of loving genius,
caressing the potential I embody
you dressed me with the colors of your feeling.
When you finished, you married this moment
keeping it alive I now bear your name
holding your world up like a mirror
it is your painting I became.
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