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I watched an artist today
as he carefully made love
to his canvas.
He was so gentle in applying tone
and color
to bring his work to life.
I admired his precision.                      
He was aware of my distant
observation of him,
yet was not distracted
from his purpose.
He glanced occasionally
in my direction,
as if to acknowledge
my admiration of his work.
What of the canvas of my heart?
What tones and colors
does it bring forth
by your words?
And are those tones and colors
hidden from all
but you and I?
I do wonder how you view me
in light of
all others in your life.
What hues and contrasts
would you apply
to MY portrait?
Would it be three dimensional
or
just what appears on the surface?
And WHEN you paint,
are you preparing your heart
to breath in
your creation of me?
How
are you able
to paint me
with words?


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