Art is long, life is short,
Craft takes time so long,
Yet muse makes all the difference,
So I dedicate it to her my all in all.
Has a drunkard ever said,
No to wine,
Don't call him a drunkard,
If he says no to wine.
No, no to you, Sweetheart
Even a look is a knock at my heart,
May your countenance remain ever bright,
And I will fill colours in my art.
Angel of heaven I tell you,
Walk not thou on this Earth,
Nor can I pen down thy beauty,
Nor can I count thy worth.
Yet you will continue to be my muse,
A fact that I can't ever refuse,
Adding colour to my creation,
Each and every time I choose.