Selfish

I painted a girl into my life.
An integral piece of the canvas stretching before me.

Her image, it bled from my skin as did many things in my life.
I loved her as anyone might love something they create.

She was lovely.
She brightened and enlivened this "work" of my life;
Her laugh throwing out new vibrant hues,
Life's colors radiating from her as she danced within my painting.

I stood, enriched through experiencing my work,
and put my hand to the glass covering my painting.