George's Song

eyes soft blue, blind to any fault of mine

loving me through time never passing

cursed with not knowing the true croma of emeralds and rubies

he knows me better than i know myself

what holds me together is his smile

he keeps a paintbrush behind his right ear

and wears a necklace of his own creation

more modest then an angels love

his beauty cannot compare

such talent flows through his fingertips

his lips leave promise with every kiss

why does he hold me

as our hearts beat as one

laying in the pitch of the black lights that hover

he inks me with a brush called sorrow

forever will my soul be his