I would draw you until you're out of paper
until the pencil sticks to my skin
I would shadow your image until dawn
and would contour your hair until it faints
I drug draw your silhouette
and have the full view of your face
pass with my pencil for the softness of your hair
and reach your feet touching the ground
my art brings me to you very tiny
but that's enough to calm part of me
my heart accelerates when I draw your lips
and my hand trembles when you start your eyes
I delicately draw your hands
calmly with my pencil stick
when I see your figure reflected on the paper
abruptly my skin bristles
I wish I was the shadow of the drawing
and stay with you as a sorcerer
that would constantly cast a spell on the sky
so you can see how much I love you
I am the artist, the creator of your world
your deepest creditor and admirer
I miss seeing your silhouette walk
so that you can walk with me
get lost in the darkest strokes
and reappear in the safest sketches
I can eliminate your happiness with a blur
and fall in love with just making a flower
I'm telling you my beloved of the paper
I am the artist who joined you to his skin.
