Oh to be the muse of an artist

A painter with a heart so gentle and polite.

From birth, you and he knew, entwined as soul and heart, a love so pure, a love from the very start.

His strokes on canvas, a symphony of hues, reflecting you, in shades of love and blues. Though his eccentricities sometimes made you frown, for you are not spared.

Occasionally, he would make you do weird positions, make you stay there for hours only to find out that he wasn't painting or sketching you. Rather, he was just drawing other things.

But even then, you know that he'll paint the world with hues of love and grace just for you

He may not don a sword and an armor, but his brush is enough to bring a smile upon you. But not only that... he tried his best to please you, to take you out, though solitude he craved without a doubt.

And yet, for your joy, he'd join the bustling scene.