the reason i've begun to stalk you is simply because you've got your own voice; your past few pieces are homogenous in their vision and clarity, yet with enough ambiguity, if that makes sense.
one nitpick: "I pondered this lady,
and began to know her"
i don't think this is needed at all, and in fact, detracts somewhat from the 'flow' you have here. consider taking this part out, hrm? who is "he"? does it matter if there's a second voice here? i don't think so.
actually, one other thing: i don't think your title is focused enough. it seems... tacked on, if you get me? my questions to you are: what does this poem mean to you overall? what overarching emotion were you feeling when you wrote this? i'm sure the right title will come if you just sit down and quietly think about it a bit more.
with that said, the mood here is bubbly yet introspective; your love of painting shows through loud and clear, and it's this... backdrop... which gives this poem a very clear focus.
your closing five lines are what i enjoyed the most here: thoughtful, abstract, yet rooted in reality.
what else can i say?
this was a beautifully painted portrait.