The Artist

You were taking me to your home!
I was ready to see your palace and throne.
But was afraid of seeing you mom.
It was already sweating in my palm

I was happy as i got to spend more time with you,
As i was allowed to step in to your palace.
I was trying to impress you.
I were in the wonderland and you were the Alice.

Walls were painted
Not just by colours but with feelings.
Craft were placed
All around and also in ceilings

She waved her hand.
A colourful hat appeared from no where.
She picked a painting brush in her  hand.
And wore the hat which had appeared from midair

I was spellbound by her magic.
She was an artist, i was searching.
I lost in her, that moment was fantastic.
She was the crazy clown, which i wasnt expecting.