Down through the years great artworks have been formed upon many canvasses
Skilled artists have become revered and today their works of art are now priceless
Yet to me no artist has ever captured the sparkle your eyes bring into my heart
You don't require the deftness of a paint brush nor do you need a canvass to live in.
Each morning you awaken from your dreaming slumber a rare beauty smiles and greats me
You never change; I hear no complaints about your aches, only a loving smile emits from your face
Should I myself feel ill or have troubles to tell you, when I see your smile my own wants fade away
In place of my worries a rainbow of your innocence and love ventures forth into the sky above.
Who then needs the myriad of artwork sketched or painted on canvasses that have no feeling?
As you lean across to me and gently kiss my lips I tell you sweetheart, you are without doubt priceless
If the powers that be ever tried to take you away from me I would willingly substitute my own life for yours
For your likeness will never be seen again, no matter how long this Earth of ours continues to revolve.
Many years I had walked aimlessly in search of my own reasons for being born into this life I lead
I tried to reason with my thoughts and looked afar for ways to find my own special happiness of being
Then one day you came to my notice as though we were meant to meet and share in our own happiness
On this day the brushes of artists became stilled and oils dried, for I had found my own priceless work of art.
