Beautifully Broken

once I was painted
as beautifully broken  
the artist had such skill    
   
his brush, his tongue  
   
words that captivated  
bringing out colors  
I didn't realize I possessed    
he portrayed my heart  
swollen within my breast  
   
he captured within my eyes    
the twinkle of naughtiness  
yet something much deeper  
teased out by his verbal caress  
   
beauty that comes from being broken  
only a kindred soul can see  
his crooning spirit, he was a wordsmith devine  
he painted me a picture, the first I'm glad to call mine
   
so this my weak tribute  
to a very special man  
may his roses forever bloom  
and the ink always flow  
from his beautiful hand