As the morning light, steaks across the room, she stands at the foot of the bed, refreshed and awaken and out of the shower, with beads of water on her skin, as the towel she wears, wrapped around her, holding her tight and drying her, she does not realize, I am watching her, for she thinks, I am still asleep and as she stares at herself, in the full length mirror, I study her model body, now naked, as she poses, as being photographed for the cover of a magazine and as I watch her, through barely open eyes, I study her lines and her curves, doing so, while she twists and turns, getting every side and every angle possible, being an inspiration to me, that only the great masters, could have dreamed of and getting up, after she left, I get into my studio and sit before a blank canvas, closing my eyes, to once again envision truly a timeless beauty, unfathomed, paying attention to every detail, with every stroke, in fluid motion of color, for I want her to know, that it is with her love, that brings me to life and wanting so much to live, with her, in the world her heart, has shown me.

So now, taking a step back, to view the image, of what has now began to emerge, she has become the source, of every movement, the brush touched, to create, while now, the moonlight streaks shadows on the wall and she is back home, to view what I saw this morning, crying tears, of what my art imitates love.