The Painter and the Poet
Whoe'er you are, where e'er you are
I plead that you would come to me
You beauty is a beacon afar
My guide in this so tempest sea.
Not face but beauty of heart and hands
That create more beauty for the world to see
So come, who e'er and where e'er you are
Come, and let our happiness be.
A/N: This one takes a little explaining;
I had a dream about a poor farmboy who paints the wilderness scenes around him and sells them in town for just enough money to buy more art supplies. Besides the obvious ones like paint and canvas, one of these supplies is a series of poetry books whose author he falls in love with through his poems. He reads them before he paints in order to create the mood of his paintings.
However, even though the farmboy only sells paintings in his little town, a traveling merchant buys one and then resells it for a large sum of money in a big city to a self-made rich man who writes truly inspiring poetry for a living. The man then falls in love with the painter through his art, and on the back he finds to his amazement that the painting is dedicated to himself, the farmboy having a habit of tributing all of his works to the author of his source of tonal inspiration. The poet then writes a poem published in his next book dedicated to his little love, begging him for a chance to meet.
(In the dream, this was Ryou the painter and Bakura the poet from Yu-Gi-Oh!, lol.)