Paint me a picture, oh artist
With your all-seeing eyes
Nimble fingers so wise
Paint me a picture
On this aging blank canvas
Give it a life
Breathe into it, life
So it no longer sits useless no more
Paint me a picture, oh artist
I’m sure there are colors
On that palate of yours
That can maybe give a theme
A reason
An aim
To a canvas so plain
And dim
Paint me a sky
Whose blue never fades
With birds that sing
Without fear of who hears
Paint me flowers
With beautiful blossoms
Who capture the envy
Of those walking by
Paint me love
Oh please paint me love
I don’t know what it looks like
But I’m dying to know
Whether it be the warmth of the sun
Or colors of a rainbow
Happiness in a smile
Or even pain of woe
Paint me love
Love ever true
A love I can call
My own
Paint me a picture, oh artist
Paint me a picture
I can call my own
A picture with life
With spirit
With hope
With love
With ambition
With dreams
With life
With a life
I’d be happy
To claim
As my own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
words so rich and true yearning for that happiness we all seek and deserve a fine poem