Brush and Canvas are twin, but each
Hears the other without speech!
I am glad- I can see the portrait
Can touch the beauty and peace inviolate!
A creature not too bright or fade,
For human nature's daily shade
If canvas was the queen of Art,
And Brush was the lord of Heart
Then they will draw with full of pleasure,
And there's no limit of their measure!
If they truly grow together
They will live in sadness or singing weather.
