You're Just a Star on TV

My shrink said to paint a pretty picture.
I asked him what, and he said it's all within me.
I decided to paint what is simply the most beautiful thing of all.
I'm going to paint you, my darling, the shiniest star in the sky.

You brighten the mood all the time
Whether the times be good or they be bad.
You're the person I wish to wake up to
Each and every morning the rest of my life.
Maybe a simple picture will do.

And I start to paint the picture,
Figuring how to sketch your body of work,
Trying to figure out where to recreate timeless beauty first.
I think I'll start with your face first,
Go with the most beautiful smile of all.
There! But does it do you justice? I think not.
For nothing can transcend perfection,
Nothing, well, other than God.

There's the eyes, the nose, the face,
Smoothy-silk skin melting the canvas.
Darling, I think you've seduced the canvas.
You strike such a pose, madamoiselle;
It's almost frightening how beautiful you are.
I don't know whether to paint horns or a halo with wings.
With every stroke, I approach my goal
Of defining what makes me go in this crazy world.

Finished! But something's missing
About the picture, for it has gaping holes.
It isn't flesh and blood, so it turns out.
My shrink was right; I should've listened, I need a reality check.
I'm just one crazy fan too diehard to understand
That you're just a star on TV.