An artist comes to paint you and stands with his mouth open. Your love reveals your beauty, but all covering would disappear if only for a moment your holding-back would sit before your generosity and ask, “Sir, who are you?” Reply
An artist comes to paint you
and stands with his mouth open.
Your love reveals your beauty,
but all covering would disappear
if only for a moment your holding-back
would sit before your generosity
and ask,
“Sir, who are you?”