The handling of your heart
Is such a challenging art
But I think I’ve mastered it now
Your body is my canvas
With my finger tips becoming the bristles that transforms you into something magical
Let me Picasso your eyes
See me in the avant garde vision you have placed me in
Set me in your MoMa
So the world could see what our love has evolved into
Let me Da Vinci your thoughts
So as the world goes ‘round, our smile will forever be an immortalized glimpse into our love
Let me Michelangelo your prayers
So you will always have faith in us
Jackson Pollock your feet, dance with me
Alberto Giacometti your body so you can always stand tall in this relationship and let me know that even though I am a man
I will always need a woman to make me feel like I can rise
You are my girl with the pearl earring
My Dora Maar
My Mona Lisa
You are my Eve, laid out beautifully on the sistine chapel of my soul
You are my Venus, standing gracefully on the shell of my heart with the poise of goddess
What was once an empty canvas
Is now a beautiful view, draped in the color schemes of our passion
This is priceless love that we are treading on
Tread softly
Tip-toe across our frozen pond into my arms
And trust me when I say it will not break
If you hear the ice cracking, don’t panic
Those are just those bumps in the road that cars seem to always make it over
I cannot auction you away
As your priceless eyes keep interested in what I have before me
I am your gallery
I am the structure that has been made to keep you rising above all, for the world to see
I hold you high
High enough for you to stand out but close enough for the world to know you’re mine
We are now in full display
And the critics are raving