The Artist

You have a way
And you have a look
Like you stare right through me
I feel you like you study me
How can I be the best
So that you will think of me
The ground you walk on is sacred
Words from your mouth are holy
Time spent with you is never wasted
But crammed, short, and gone now
Because so much I’d like to ask
And to know what lay beneath the surface is my one request
To touch you is my one desire
So just leave the others and just walk with me
Walk with me far away from here
And I’ll study you, like an artist does a dream
Please be my dream, and I will be your artist

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