Green Paint and Leaves
A task unlike the Sistine Chapel
But no less time mine grappled
A honey do for her on sleeve
Dripped paint of green on me and leaves
Arched car port would be the task
Here greatness painter would bask
For love does make a better man
If for awhile on ladder stand
Though Michael Angelo may not agree
A shot at this I gave of me
So what if paint would drip a tad
Upon too sleeves and jeans not bad
For her I'd paint more than rainbows
But that's not how the story goes
For in the end I'd leave my heart
A long journey where roads we'd part
Yet in the small of things still held
A work of art upon clothes spell
What once was mine, that spells and spilled
Upon garments I hold to still
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