" BE MY MUSE"
Be my muse, my model
before I go over wings wind,
before I die irreversibly,
before the eternal night comes
as a black horses without bridals,
before the silence of the world
ties our destine .
be my model, for my sin brushes ,
for my Belgium linen
and take my paint of can oil for pillow,
the color of the pigment for illusions kisses at you lips,
and for blank sheets,
my breaths when I think of you;
be my muse,
I am your devoted painter.
Autor: Hilario E. Lopez©
