I ask myself every night
As I sit at this easel
Trying to paint your portrait
But I never seem to catch you
in just the right light
Nor capture you with perfect shade
As you are so elusive
Sometimes so blue
Like the sky overhead
And sometimes so red
Like a sunset bleeding
across the coming night horizon
As I gently mix the colors
Softly blend the tones
And yet still
It escapes me
That something so strong can be so weak
The perfect circle
Yet so easily broken
Who knows your ways
And your wiles
Why you favor one
As you pass another by
So fickle
I look in the mirror and smile
As I ask myself
Love
Who are you?

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