"Capture youth as youth retains it's place"
Thought the painter as he looked upon his face.
To taste all wondrous gift...
Save no expense.
My feet to take all pahs...
Filled rich incense.
To breathe the pleasures of the earth...
Discarding nothing.
His passion he gave to an actress
Payed Imogen and Juliet, she was perfect.
Silk thread curls on cool white ivory skin
A goddess so distant had enraptured him.
The love that I found on theatre's stage is dead.
The prince so charming leads my heart instead.
But no, to me you are the loves you'ver played
If fantary is dead, the ages decays.
Parting poison make up falling tears like rain
The writing helpless snowflake melts inside its grave
Reflected conscience slips away, away, away.
A dream of form in days of thought
My lost creation rich restored
We'll paint your form with every care and grace
You are perfect in everything
As a flower blooms in spring
Releasing madness from within.
Beneath this work our very souls do hide
Me of my brush, you of your youth are tied
To canvas forecer
Fading never
But evil thoughts turn into twisted life
Resounding through his years
And the portrait sits
And now those Scarlet lips have suffered changes
Does my eye speak the truth,
My wondrous youth
No winter marred his face
Or stained the flower-like bloom of his skin
Through sunner's vine
But wine like fragarance it fades and it dies
He gazed in the glass and sigher
His thoughts drifted by.
How I wish that I could steal my youth
And the picture base the age uncouth
(Peter Pan on rooftops dancing ever
Soaked in youth
Adonis plays innocence in
Unrevealed truth)
My soul to art I did then betroth
My body left alive unmoved
I can stay youthful for all my life
And the picture I'll keep from the world's peering eyes
My sins it will hold,
Its face will grow old
And all the people will know not why
My face is youg till the day that I die.
The gates if the seasons they open and close
And the pathways perfection a faltered respose
An age elf slips free ascending this tree
He sneaks up with ease outstretched arms reaching high
So small but so vital his glistening smile
The face as with fever is stricken
A red bead of dew sickly thickens
Scorching his eyesight the charred wrinkled skin
His mirror of conscience that burdens the sins
"Heaven, helpless, drowned confusion"
A satyr looks down from the frame, illusion.
The blade shines brightly
It fills his fingers with hate.
A veil of darkness
Descends it bends to his feet.
A life of l***, mistrust decreasing
Visions varnished, stripped unseen
Does the eye speak the truth,
His wondrous youth.
Thought the painter as he looked upon his face.
To taste all wondrous gift...
Save no expense.
My feet to take all pahs...
Filled rich incense.
To breathe the pleasures of the earth...
Discarding nothing.
His passion he gave to an actress
Payed Imogen and Juliet, she was perfect.
Silk thread curls on cool white ivory skin
A goddess so distant had enraptured him.
The love that I found on theatre's stage is dead.
The prince so charming leads my heart instead.
But no, to me you are the loves you'ver played
If fantary is dead, the ages decays.
Parting poison make up falling tears like rain
The writing helpless snowflake melts inside its grave
Reflected conscience slips away, away, away.
A dream of form in days of thought
My lost creation rich restored
We'll paint your form with every care and grace
You are perfect in everything
As a flower blooms in spring
Releasing madness from within.
Beneath this work our very souls do hide
Me of my brush, you of your youth are tied
To canvas forecer
Fading never
But evil thoughts turn into twisted life
Resounding through his years
And the portrait sits
And now those Scarlet lips have suffered changes
Does my eye speak the truth,
My wondrous youth
No winter marred his face
Or stained the flower-like bloom of his skin
Through sunner's vine
But wine like fragarance it fades and it dies
He gazed in the glass and sigher
His thoughts drifted by.
How I wish that I could steal my youth
And the picture base the age uncouth
(Peter Pan on rooftops dancing ever
Soaked in youth
Adonis plays innocence in
Unrevealed truth)
My soul to art I did then betroth
My body left alive unmoved
I can stay youthful for all my life
And the picture I'll keep from the world's peering eyes
My sins it will hold,
Its face will grow old
And all the people will know not why
My face is youg till the day that I die.
The gates if the seasons they open and close
And the pathways perfection a faltered respose
An age elf slips free ascending this tree
He sneaks up with ease outstretched arms reaching high
So small but so vital his glistening smile
The face as with fever is stricken
A red bead of dew sickly thickens
Scorching his eyesight the charred wrinkled skin
His mirror of conscience that burdens the sins
"Heaven, helpless, drowned confusion"
A satyr looks down from the frame, illusion.
The blade shines brightly
It fills his fingers with hate.
A veil of darkness
Descends it bends to his feet.
A life of l***, mistrust decreasing
Visions varnished, stripped unseen
Does the eye speak the truth,
His wondrous youth.