Paintbrush

Over the ocean in a far away land, My lover sits with a steady hand. Splashing lashings of acrylic paint; Upon a surface with no restraint. He smudges, swirls and smears it in, Traditional art with a brand new spin. To share his culture to the world, Paintings, sculptures he has hurled. They see it, they want it, they love what they see, A master of Masters, naturally. T'is his craft where he exceeds, Sharing such expertise. I long for him and love him much Though can't compete with work and brush!