They say
That Monet
Painted this view
That you
And I being less talented
Take for granted.
But did he,
Like me
Have one like you
To view?
Which I
Before I die
Would want to capture
(Oh the rapture!)
In photograph or oils,
Before it spoils,
Your beautiful youth,
(It’s the truth!)
And innocence.
But will I have the pence
To capture you so?
Will the world know
What I see
When you gaze at me?
If I could paint like Monet,
Then they would say:
What a work of art,
And then depart
To another place
And view some other face
Less beautiful that yours
Where no light pours
Or love remind,
As did yours, they’d find.
Monet, come back,
And paint what I lack
In skill of oils,
Before she spoils.
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