Ode to the Canvas

Ode to the Canvas

You are so plain covered in white
Sitting on an easel out of sight
The day creation knocks on the door
You glow like an angel but much more
An artist can see what you are made for
The perfect picture to make you soar
You sit quietly awaiting your lover
The fair paintbrush, chooser of colors
Glides over the rough texture of your skin
You smile brightly awaiting the end
But you've never felt more alive
No longer covered in dust but you thrive