A Painting to Its Artist

Prove this as such an undying fantasy 
That I have wished to feel your breath 
Across my silken shade of satin 
Beneath my velvet pose 
And just unearthed in polished vigor 
My heart becomes a rose 
And red like blood that feeds the weak 
Or blue like azure skys 
My body is my masterpiece 
My critic is your eyes 
Now lay me down to past a test 
A virgin drawn too close 
Such picture perfect aptitude 
I have and yet who knows 
Tomorrow I will just be one of those who wear your wall 
Today is not much better but tonight 
Tonight I'm yours alone