The Painting (poem)
To paint my life they gave me a brush
They wanted some key that pointed to me
Some strokes on a canvas that they could see
Some mystery which will cause them to blush
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I turned to my soul which burned to be free
To flow through my past in colors so lush
Each brushstroke a kiss to make a heart rush
Each whispering line to a memory
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And before their eyes my life came alive
The reason I laugh when others would cry
The reason why I cast my special hue
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And before all this dream I would revive
This portrait of beauty none could deny
This portrait of Joy this painting of you