You stole art from me
And I’ll tell you why
I conjured you up
In my little mind’s eye
But I knew it futile
I had not the skills
So I propped up your photo
And spread my pencils
And I dabbed and I sketched
And I smeared and I smudged
I lamented and toiled
Belabored, begrudged
And I realized then
In trying my hardest
And failing so keenly
Why revered are great artists
Who managed to capture
The beauty of subject
Immortalize essence
To win awe of the public
Because I could not do it
With all the life in me
For even a moment
Embody your beauty.