Would I capture the beauty I see
Could I mix all the colors that lie in my heart
To show just how you look to me
What hues could convey that look in your eye
No painting could ever relate
Or match the sparkle that never will die
This likeness I would never create
My brush would be held by the hand of love
The strokes on the canvas so free
If I could paint a picture of you
Would I capture you with me
