Picture In Picture

Leap off the canvas -- will you? Come to me.
Embrace me in your gentle, loving arms.
If only you were as I wish you'd be,
more than the sum of rugged looks and charms.
If only you returned a fraction of
the feelings that well up and guide my brush;
the folly, the absurd attraction of,
the thoughts that even now do make me blush...

If only I could draw you as my own.
The paint is drying, and I'm all alone.