If mine heart was thy canvas my love
to paint upon as it pleaseth thee,
would our love be a masterpiece
or should it be as the artist's palette
upon which but one stroke of thy brush
would destroy all my longings for thee
as when an artist blends his colors?
Be ye kind with thy brush fair maid
for only ye can add beauty unto this painting.
If thine hand be gentle with thy brush
then it shall please thy eye as well as thy soul.
When created with love it shall fullfill
all thy longings for happiness.
When caressed tenderly and with a sincere heart
it shall then and only then become thy masterpiece.
With a soft sweet whisper it shall call unto thee saying
I am thine alone for ye have completed my soul.