Analysis of NataLisa perfection

Could she, should she, could I, should I,
girl I met awhile back, with interesting proposal,
if I would be a master sculptor, she would be a shape I chisel,
 I be chiseling to perfection, show all I am not lying, to a final admiration,
once I finish my masterpiece, without a breath I start another,
until I plaster this rock, as far as eye can see,
 if I would be a master painter, I would brush away a new masterpiece,
me think call it NataLisa,
 hung it on my wall, and stair at it for all eternity,
 and as far as her perfection, I keep it all to my wholesome self.

©malenky malenky
6/30/2014