The Portrait

The brush dances across the canvas I must create an image in a true goddess-like status A stunning portrait of the one I love Above her will be a flock of doves Finishing the face those beautiful brown eyes seem to stare back That vision enlightens me to keep me on track The vibrant colors reflect back on me in the noonday sun Her image seems to come to life second to none In my final strokes I am sure I see a twinkle in her eyes Overcome with joy I start to cry The painting will hang on my bedroom wall it has found its place I will wake up every morning with a smile on my face