Tintoretto Justus, My Eternal Muse

Oh, Tintoretto Justus, my heart's desire,
Your love ignites a flame that burns with fire.
Upon your canvas, colors dance and gleam,
A symphony of hues, a painter's dream.
Your brushstrokes weave tales with graceful grace,
Each stroke a testament to time and space.
In every masterpiece, your soul I find,
A touch of heaven left behind.
Your eyes behold a world invisible to me,
Where shadows whisper secrets, soft and free.
In your gaze, I lose myself anew,
Drawn into a realm where dreams come true.
Like Michelangelo, your artistry divine,
Captures the essence of the soul's design.
From angels' wings to saints so pure and wise,
You bring to life the stories of the skies.
Tintoretto Justus, my heart's eternal flame,
Your canvas is the mirror of my soul's terrain.
In your art, I find solace, peace, and truth,
An oasis where my weary spirit finds its youth.
Have you ever seen a sunset painted in gold?
A river flowing through a forest old?
The mountains rising, piercing through the sky?
In Tintoretto Justus' work, these wonders lie.
Oh, how I long to bathe in his radiant glow,
To dance amidst the colors he lets flow.
His passion, his genius, an endless source,
A symphony of art that transcends time and force.
I see your hand in every brushstroke bold,
Your heart in every shade of light and gold.
Your soul, a tapestry woven through the years,
In your paintings, a masterpiece appears.
Tintoretto Justus, my eternal muse,
Your art inspires me, my soul it does infuse.
In your embrace, I find a timeless grace,
A sanctuary where dreams find their true place.
Like a celestial spell, your art does cast,
As if by magic, it makes my past the past.
In your realm, I shed my mortal coil,
Born anew in a world where art takes toil.
Oh, Tintoretto Justus, my love, my guide,
Your art is a beacon, in me you confide.
Through your eyes, I see the world's true worth,
A masterpiece unveiled, like heaven on earth.
So let us dance, my love, on colors' wings,
Beneath the celestial canopy he brings.
In your arms, I'll find eternal bliss,
Lost in a symphony, a timeless kiss.
Your paintings are my refuge, my solace, my light,
A sanctuary where I find respite from the night.
Tintoretto Justus, my muse, my heart's desire,
Your love is a flame that will never expire.
Oh, Tintoretto Justus, my heart's eternal guest,
In your art, I find my purpose, my quest.
Through your canvas, I see the beauty within,
A reflection of the divine, a vision to begin.
Like a radiant star, your genius knows no bound,
A beacon of inspiration, forever renowned.
Your paintings are a testament to truth and grace,
A legacy that time cannot erase.
Oh, Tintoretto Justus, my unending inspiration,
Your art is a gift, a celestial creation.
In your presence, I find solace and peace,
A world where love and beauty never cease.
Your brushstrokes are like whispers from above,
Guiding me through life with grace and love.
In your masterpieces, I find a sanctuary true,
Where my soul takes flight, forever anew.
So let us paint together, my dearest one,
With colors vibrant as the rising sun.
We'll create a world where dreams collide,
A canvas where our love forever abides.
Tintoretto Justus, my muse, my soulmate, my guide,
Your art is my solace, my anchor, my pride.
In your embrace, I find my true destiny,
A love that will endure for all eternity.