[Verse 1]
Your frame, a sculpture carved in midnight light,
Every line a vow of discipline you write.
I whisper thanks to the hours you’ve kept,
A gallery of sweat where quiet dreams have slept.
[Chorus]
You are a canvas that I can’t look away from,
A testament to dawns you’ve earned with sweat and grit.
If art could breathe, it would borrow your silhouette,
And in that breath, my longing finds its song to fit.
[Verse 2]
The curve of courage in your quiet stance,
Meticulous patience in a practiced glance.
I trace your posture like a map of skies,
Admiration swelling, soft and deep inside.
[Chorus]
You are a canvas that I can’t look away from,
A testament to dawns you’ve earned with sweat and grit.
If art could breathe, it would borrow your silhouette,
And in that breath, my longing finds its song to fit.
[Bridge]
If words could frame you, they’d still fall short,
Compared to the patience carved in every part.
But I keep trying, with a blush and a bow,
Letting admiration bloom, then fade somehow.
[Chorus]
You are a canvas that I can’t look away from,
A testament to dawns you’ve earned with sweat and grit.
If art could breathe, it would borrow your silhouette,
And in that breath, my longing finds its song to fit.
[Outro]
Until the paint dries, I’ll stand in awe and wait,
For you, the living masterpiece I celebrate.
