What do you think about a poem of mine ?
If seasons would blend on a canvas or two,
These paintings, my sweet, would be paintings of you.
Soft skillful brushes and the painter's mind's eye
Would mix shades of autumn with the joys of July,
Winter's merciless beauty with spring's childlike temptations
And in front us we'd see the most perfect creations.
Paintings like these would be bitter and sweet,
And in paintings like these all the seasons would meet.
So if one day paintings like these will be true,
Then these paintings, my sweet, will be paintings of you.
If seasons would blend on a canvas or two,
These paintings, my sweet, would be paintings of you.
Soft skillful brushes and the painter's mind's eye
Would mix shades of autumn with the joys of July,
Winter's merciless beauty with spring's childlike temptations
And in front us we'd see the most perfect creations.
Paintings like these would be bitter and sweet,
And in paintings like these all the seasons would meet.
So if one day paintings like these will be true,
Then these paintings, my sweet, will be paintings of you.