Etched in Love

You are the canvas of my painting
Before I even start
You are the easel that holds the frame
To make a work of art

You are the brushes I gently grip
And moulded for my hand
You are the colours in which they dip
The start of something grand

You are the water which thins the stroke
That lets your colours run
You are the heat which dries the paint
Without a glowing sun

You are the texture which will form
To see you in 3D
You are hiding in abstract
Which only I can see

You are the mirror of yourself
With details so precise
You are a sight for sore eyes
To look like paradise

You are the picture within my heart
That I cannot duplicate
You are the artist who paints our love
As if you write on slate