This poem is for someone with a very special gift. God has truly blessed him.
For you my friend. I hope you like it. You do great things, please continue.
I watched his hands as they worked their magic,
he had taken the canvas and was adding light and dark.
My eyes could scarce hide the wonder,
as the picture grew and the artist began to leave his mark.
Mystified, mesmerized, and lost in the depth,
somehow feeling all he felt as he poured out his heart.
Then I saw the triumph and torment in his work,
as he applied the last few touches to his art.
I watched his hands as they worked their magic,
he had taken the canvas and was adding light and dark.
My eyes could scarce hide the wonder,
as the picture grew and the artist began to leave his mark.
Mystified, mesmerized, and lost in the depth,
somehow feeling all he felt as he poured out his heart.
Then I saw the triumph and torment in his work,
as he applied the last few touches to his art.