He stares at me with a look in his eyes
Which makes me blush and feel proud
He tells me that I am beautiful
And that he not only loves me,
But I am the reason for his existence.
I surrender to his will
Joy fills my heart with each stroke of his
He is my creator
And I, his slave in love.
I am his muse -
The soul of his paintings.
From the completed painting
I enter his heart, my true home.
Where I stay
Until he picks up yet another canvas.
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