He paints such Art.

Drawn to the worst of hearts,
Like an artist to a piece of art.
He whispers of a wonderful life;
Of one with love, no more lies.
Thundering minds across miles,
He paints stars in deepest skies.

She rolls like a wrecking Ball-
To take the blame for each fall.
Being both flame and the moth;
She is often found distraught,
Breathing in the terrors of past;
Watching his art, like its her last.

Hazy eyes with old fading wonder,
He captures his own need for her.
She runs, resists, fights her heart
As he paints her world with his art.