Why Can't I paint you?
Led Zep Lopez 11.21.1997
You asked me my honey,
Why can't I paint you?
Though colors are many,
Still I can't paint you.
In a shiny red or
in a deep tangerine,
neither in a lily white
with the face of a virgin,
nor in a forest black
that covers everything,
Even in an indigo blue
of my gloomy day,
or in a crimson brown
and palely gray,
the hopeless green
and the apple one
will only make you
despair and wan,
Yet all colors of the world,
Best or worst maybe
Even the lightest or the boldest
Cannot satisfy me.....
Honey, why can't I paint you?
Even the oil and canvas
Give ten centuries to last,
the pallet and the pastel,
make your body well,
Still I can't paint you,
In a narrow view
like in a vulture's nest,
Or in a great panorama
as a sunset in west.
Honey, How can I paint you?
Even if by a cray pass
chalk or charcoal
sketches of a pencil
and a paint's roll...
Yet honey, I can't paint you,
Even in your real decent
or in an obscene moment,
In your melancholy
or blissful days,
I can't paint you in any ways,
Then million days I have to spend,
For I don't know how to paint......
Led Zep Lopez 11.21.1997
You asked me my honey,
Why can't I paint you?
Though colors are many,
Still I can't paint you.
In a shiny red or
in a deep tangerine,
neither in a lily white
with the face of a virgin,
nor in a forest black
that covers everything,
Even in an indigo blue
of my gloomy day,
or in a crimson brown
and palely gray,
the hopeless green
and the apple one
will only make you
despair and wan,
Yet all colors of the world,
Best or worst maybe
Even the lightest or the boldest
Cannot satisfy me.....
Honey, why can't I paint you?
Even the oil and canvas
Give ten centuries to last,
the pallet and the pastel,
make your body well,
Still I can't paint you,
In a narrow view
like in a vulture's nest,
Or in a great panorama
as a sunset in west.
Honey, How can I paint you?
Even if by a cray pass
chalk or charcoal
sketches of a pencil
and a paint's roll...
Yet honey, I can't paint you,
Even in your real decent
or in an obscene moment,
In your melancholy
or blissful days,
I can't paint you in any ways,
Then million days I have to spend,
For I don't know how to paint......
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