The Painter

Once I was told of a painter's life Not one of fame, nor of strife His heart applied colors, in loving tribute His favorite subject was his wife Though many paintings, left his side His favorite ones covered, seemed to reside In his Seventies he bared his lifelong love Over one hundred works of his beautiful bride If I lived to create works of art to you Would you acknowledge, would you approve? If I exposed my heart through oils or pen Would you carefully guard my feelings true? For the canvas I don't want to touch If I cannot cherish it, forever such Your beauty I see, I could not bear Losing once I have felt your touch Like the painter I long to honor you With my heart pour countless poems to you And when we are old, I will invite all To read of a lifelong love so true