What is it can act as deity,
And cause your blushing lips to turn?
The art? The artist?
What romance lies within your thought?
What word are you about to say:
“Mine forever”?
Do you long for one to approach
And so carefully, delicately,
Deliberately
Lightly brush your cheek
As the single stroke of the brush?
Do your lips burn from
The fresh application of the hue
So as to bring him to you
And push that bang to the side
Caress your head in his hand
And suspend you in disbelief?
Oh Madame in sublimity,
Do teach us how we can catch
A glimpse of One like you just long enough
To paint a picture for ourselves
and know we can
attain that which we seek: to
feel
know
experience
Love
Love & Romance as it seems you finally have.
Yeah, Sargent was a bad mo fo.
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