Should I dare to try and paint your portrait

All my callow daubs would be in vain;

No-one Earthly can portray an angel

How can one draw hair that falls like rain?

Could my heart bleed ochre on my palette?

Paint the arms that cling to me so tight?

Skin as soft as roses in the morning,

Hue’d like moonglow’s shadows in the night.

Lips that I must speak of in a whisper,

Soft as cream yet turbid as the sea;

Two small scarlet steps that lead to heaven,

Thank my Gods that they are true to me.

Could I hope to show your eyes in love glow

Shining with the gleam from passion’s light?

These are secrets only you and I know

Surely no brush stroke could paint it right.

Sadly, I can see that I’m unworthy,

Burn my canvas, set my brush alight;

Pen is all I need to anthem you, love,

I shall paint you in the words I write.

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