You are my mobile Picasso, My wobble in the moonlight of stress, My shine in rainbow-colored shoes, And in dresses that Jessica Rabbit your curves. You wear dresses like a sunset, Have curves that dance instead of pose, You never stay inside the lines of generality That’s just how your beauty grows. A new unique resonating beam of color a day And I, I am in love, With my Picasso. I do not look at you and think, No, I inhale. You are the seventh sense, Though not always designed to make sense. But you swirl with a mighty fine vine of love, Wrapping through the corners Of everything I am was will be You are a sound wave resonating out up about and throughout. And I was just a static being, Waiting to be charged By your kinetic waves. And I, I am in love, With my Picasso. And as you are different, So am I. I assess different, I weigh different, I judge as little as possible, And see the positive As much as the it can shine. You are a daily smile and laugh that hugs An unknown wave of spice to ride In the sunset of a night. You are the piano beats in my heart, The harpsichord that puts the rise in my sail. And if Ican be a tune Entwined with your being, Then I will have risen Higher Than a being Ever should. And I, I am in love, With my Picasso. My mobile Picasso, My moonlit masterpiece, My beautiful chaos, Painted into me. And I, I am in love, With my Picasso.
