There I'll Be
There I'll be
Face to face with the Mona Lisa
I'll see the lasting lines of paintbrushes
Whose silky strands created an eternal beauty
There I'll be
Soaking in The Starry Night
I'll see the short, sweet lines
That create a sky that lasts centuries
There I'll be
Watching the Water Lilies of Monet
Coast with a gentle grace
Down a stream of mixed seduction
There I'll be
Keeping the canvases of history in tact
I'll be giving my life to keep the perfect brilliance
Of a coy woman's smile,
A breathtaking night,
And a dance of water lilies
Shining for generations to come.
There I'll be
A Conservation Artist
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