Half shadows steal across her face, she turns her head to look his way.
An artist captured in old oils the beauty that he paints by day.
And who is she who's caught his eye, he gazes on with warm desire,
is she the mistress or the maid whose kindled embers are on fire.
A glance that some may recognize, a look of longing heaven sent.
Her mouth part open, lips are moist, an air so pure and innocent.
A flick of brush, a touch of light, a precious pearl hangs on one lobe.
Her silken headdress complements the sheen of bronze throughout her robe.
The pearl illumes translucent skin, her sultry eyes are clear and bright.
Did she become his lover when the strokes of fine paint dried at night?
A masterpiece by skillful hand caught on a canvas for all time,
a painter caged a moments truth and trapped a feeling so sublime.