Brush Stroke

With one brush stroke

I attempt to paint

A picture of you

Your beautiful face

The soft lines

Around your eyes

Your hair blowing

In the gentle wind

Sparkling eyes

That stop me

In my tracks

I trace your face

With my hands

So that I may

Get a more accurate

Sense of how

To draw you

But after

My loving hands

Touch your face

I cannot paint

A single stroke

I am so entranced

So mesmerized

By your beautiful face

By your spell

You are poetry in motion

Poetry in motion

I fear that I am

Destined to fail

I'm just not

Up to the task

How can I paint perfection

It would be

An exercise in futility

To try to paint

My lover's face

I know

It would be a mistake

To even try

Because I simply can't

Duplicate the beauty

Of your face

Just touching it

Leaves me

Weak in the knees

Your body

Is a work or art

I pay homage to

Michaelangelo

As I trace the

Outline of your hands

Gliding my lips

Across your fingertips

Genius lover

Genius lover

That's what you used to call me

Because I know what you need

I know just how to please you

Do you think it's just

A stroke of luck or perhaps

I've really thought about

What would give you

The utmost pleasure

No genius lover

Just thoughtfulness

Thoughts filled with you

And how thankful I am that

I was able to share some space

With the wonder of you

You make love to me

Like I'm a work or art

I see the love light

In your eyes

And I feel so grateful

To have crossed paths

With the likes of you

Oh, the poetry of you

The poetry of you

The poetry of you
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Brushstroke Lyrics

David Gray – Brushstroke Lyrics