All of us strive for, and seek perfection;
we seek a good match in all we do;
In seeking a mate we want a connection;
what ever I like; you should like too.
We long for a love, very much like us;
each walking, in step, by the other;
if one is different, the other will fuss;
each endeavors, the other, to smother.
But healthy relations oft have friction;
stones brush together sparking a fire;
carefully stoking a romantic addiction;
two hearts become a burning desire.
A paintbrush and canvas; a bad match;
they each like such different things
when the brush strokes, and canvas relax;
the two of them, together it brings.
Each one is doing, what it does best;
reserving its attention, only to one;
the brush puts canvas to the test;
and a perfect partnership’s begun.
Love and creation are matched as one;
the canvas absorbs, the paints, caress
a masterpiece of love has begun;
as brush and canvas, jointly express.
A canvas and brush; worlds far apart;
as lovers; its over, before its begun.
yet whenever they have the same heart;
love brings them together as one.
So different; but each cares for the other;
trust and fidelity feed the flirtation;
at the same time; best friend, and lover;
a masterpiece, is love’s culmination;