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 innocence and charms,
and if you could return a fraction of
the feelings that well up, and guide my brush;
My folly, the absurd attraction of,
the thoughts that even now do make me blush...
Why do you look as if you'd rather leave,
the corner of your lips a subtle frown,
as if you somehow can't even believe
that you wound in up in this, my part of town.

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