If work of art were you,
The artist being I,
I’d paint some clouds above your head
And let the raindrops fly.

Then out of canvas you would leap—
Into my loving arms,
And my great work of art I’d keep
To touch you up with charms.

If work of art were you,
The artist being me,
I’d paint a rope about your waist
And pull you out–for fee!

You’d have to give me kisses,
So many, I would drop;
And if you made no misses
I’d paint a sign—“Don’t Stop!”

If work of art were you,
The artist—can you guess?
I’d paint a bluebird in a tree
Who’d sing for happiness.

Then into canvas I would fall,
Embracing you with fire,
And you’d paint me your work of art,
A hero named Desire!