Every morning I wake up,
Another day in paradise-
What fresh Hell awaits?
But then I remember
I’ve a text to send:
Good morning cutie!
Whatever the lottery numbers were
That fateful January 2020 day that you
Strolled into my life,
They were etched into my soul
With the same tools you use
To turn blank canvas into something
I’d drop my life savings
Just to have on my wall.
No hill you could ever paint
Could be too high for me to
When fueled by the feelings I have
My abilities in art
Are about as good as
From that Hemingway short story
But I would create a million pieces,
One for each time you make me smile
Because a moment of time spent with you
Not preserved is my Library of Alexandria.
It’s no wonder you’re an artist
Since whatever grand designer created us
Took extra time to sculpt perfection when
You came to the front of the line.
And I’m grateful every day
That I get to be the number one fan
Not just of your art
But of the art that is you.