The Lady, the Artist

She paints us all
Into the world.
She makes us special
In our own way.
The Lady knows what to do
She draws me ever closer to you.
She made us to love
And wonder at the beauty of it.

I trail my finger over your chest
Trying to see the colors she used.
Thousands of browns
And here is the result.
If I tried forever
I could never make you as beautiful as she did.

I do not mind though,
Because she made you for me.
And she made me for you.
She made me to want you.
To want to please you.

She made me very well,
I smile when you are excited
And laugh when you are hyper for me.
But she made you better.
You can show me how much you care
And still keep your control over me.
If anyone could question that you love me
It’s just because they don’t see how much I like what you do.
Like? Did I just say that? I love what you do to me.
You make me feel like a goddess.

That’s why the Lady painted you for me.
She made you for me to love
And now I can show you
How glad I am of that.