The Canvas

Guess I'll start from scratch again

Not really sure 

How many times that I've tried

Never dreamed it'd be so hard 

To capture you

I thought I knew every line

For in my memory 

It's clear and true to life

The oils on the pallet 

Seem so pale

To the color you infuse in my life

At times it feels so futile 

Using brush and paint

With every stroke I erase 

What I would define

All to start from scratch again

Sketching out the edges of a face

But who can draw a line 

Around the influence of the sun

I think it's finally come to me 

What man can paint is just not what I've seen 

Yours are the fashioning hands 

That made the work of art

Love's masterpiece is captured 

Within the frame of my heart

True works of art God never puts on canvas