Masterpiece. 

He painted me just like all those masterpieces that had gone before

His brush, a wand, sprinkling lovers in the mist

 

The artist brought his muse to life

In a water coloured wish

In his world, I became Venus

I became The Kiss

 

He saw me as a butterfly

In a kaleidoscope of colour

I was a mermaid

Rising gracefully

From the overburdened sea

 

From his mind, I emerged

A flower

Fresh from the mountain dew

He saw me as a woman

Who understood his subtle hues

 

He painted me to see him

And see him, I do

I see him as the artist

Whom I once dreamt I knew.