Beauty That Rivals You Oh, to paint with a master’s hand, A portrait to give to you. But alas, no wishful thoughts give me, The powers to make it true. So, now I’m out on a noble quest, To garner the knowledge I find. I’ll practice hard to learn to craft, The colors that fill my mind. And now I paint with mine own hand, A beauty that rivals you. I’ll earn your heart with this skill I know, ‘Cause I’ve worked to make it come true.