The Painting (part 2)

The Painting

By D W Phoenix

Let me paint your face upon my dreams

So much beauty there before me

Let me capture all that I see

Let me paint your face upon my dreams

It’s what you are that I love

Not the shell your bodies in

For some types of beauty

Only lays as deep as the skin

Some people don’t feel sexy

Their not happy with their charms

It’s not all about the way you look

But how you make somebody feel in your arms

You make me feel like this is heaven

I feel like I’ve found paradise

Now my heart knows what beauty means

Let  me paint your face upon my dreams

Each dream I dream will be my canvass

That I paint your face upon

Life itself becomes my palette

The colours rich and deep to choose from

And the brushes that I need

I will make from strands of time

Each colour comes to life

As I caress each stroke and line

I’ll capture all your beauty

Just the way that it appears

And as I clean each and every brush

In a jar full of all my happy tears

When you see yourself inside my dreams

You’ll get a glimpse of paradise

You’ll come to know what beauty means

Let me paint your face upon my dreams