Soul upon Canvas

I brush my canvas
with my utensil.
I lovingly caress,
I lovingly create.

This is my only way to escape.
I first create your eyes
and I promise that their colored light,
will never die.

You stare back at me
not exactly perfect,
but in my mind just right.

A content smile plays
across your pale face.
Eyes glimmer with happiness,
and stare into my soul.

My creation,
that is what you are.
You are my soul,
upon canvas.