You are Picasso in the art of seduction
Using your words as a medium upon the canvas of my heart
With each brushstroke of the tongue I am captivated, stolen
This love being a creation of your innermost thoughts
Of your well kept sketches on how your relationship is defined
This is a product of your design, painter
The colors of which have yet to be proven true
Love in mere two dimension
Am I actually in love with you?
Or am I just the muse of your current vision?
Preserved forever in a Mona Lisa smile...