As I sit and stare upon the canvas,
That lay within' my sight.
The thoughts, that once, were in my mind,
Are now clean, and out of sight...
Though the pictures, I had painted,
Were so beautiful, it's true.
Nothing, could ever capture,
What God, had given you...
Though some may not, have seen the beauty,
That you held, so deep inside.
The pictures, that I had painted,
Showed, an angel by your side...
Now I know, that you're in heaven,
And you walk with God above.
But as I stare upon my canvas,
I just can't imagine painting, without that kind, of love...