To draw your picture while escaping
I want to have tools of painting?
May be good painter?
For your tableau, I'm good defender
Now I have good desire
for her picture i am to inspire
I hold the brush, I mix the colour,
My mind! ! Stop that fire
For her eyes, I put the green clour
Fancy! leads me to beautify,
Come! my brush to identify.
She is thin and tall
Drawing well is my goal.
My eyes seek you in real
Whatever i draw
For reality I can't flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem