The Masterpiece

The Masterpiece

 

If I shall never see again

Sweet love upon your face,

Nor in your eyes that holy lamp

That led my heart to grace;

 

Then I shall paint

A masterpiece of you

within my mind;

 

And I shall hang it in a hall

Where beauty is enshrined

 

For yours is like no other face;

No eyes are like your own

 

And in that hall,

Your portrait shall

In love be ever shown.