In Picasso I see the form

A kaliedoscope of shapes

Of objects and humanity

Jumbled and realigned

A true prismatic view

Of twentieth century new

In Van Gogh I see the color

From his vivid mind's eye

A wheat field in a blazing sun

Bursts from a speckled canvas

A bolt of warmth and joy

To soothe a tortured soul

In Monet I see the light

In all its wonderous shades

How it dazzles off the snow

And how it seems to hide

In shadows of the trees

In multitudes of blue

But in you I see it all

More than pictures on a wall

A vision to behold

A form to make me whole

More colors than a rainbow

A light to light my soul

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