To reach into that part of you; Can my hand find the mystery, the spark the piercing fire to your eyes?
The majesty of your presence sits like a king brought to canvas. Will my hand have the grace to bring it to life?
Every stroke a lesson in control. Every line left alone, a gift.
Every fear brought to reality in the search for truth; a torment.
To respect the trials in your life that makes you who you are.
To express them onto canvas, the truth of you; the truth of me.