THE PICTURE AND PAINTER
PICTURE:
A picture said once on the painters play,
My beauty gets a charm on thy display.
To me it looks so unfair why?
That thou are hidden from my eye
PAINTER:
The glance a burden on seeing eye,
What happened to spark on seeing pry
Of griefs, pains, burnings, the look bad a part,
O heedless! be content with conscious heart!
PICTURE:
The heart a weak point of wisdom and sense,
A life long motive for the heart is glance.
This worlds tug and pull suits her never,
To hear Gods voice, "You cant see me ever
PAINTER:
Thou art a sign but of my wonders game,
Be despaired never of thy makers aim.
For my sure vision note a point hence,
Be not hidden eer from thy own glance!