I'll be the silent guardian 
Of your creations
 For awhile

I'll be illuminated by        
The joyful play
Of your colors and absorbed
Into the mystery of your complexion

I'll find myself touched
And indeed intimidated
While I confront
The forceful features 
Of your face
So tenderly inserted
Into the subtle depth
Of the transparent compositions

A salutary harmony is welcomed       
And gently dissipated
Filling space
With scent of mint
And touch
Of infinite affection