Young boy, stricken (Please give me some brutal criticism!!!)

I was just a boy
when I saw
my goddess.

Previously, my world had been
so dull.
A blank canvas. I felt nothing.

Then, some merciful painter
grabbed a brush.
And began its trade.

The result was:
A colorful portrait.
So exquisite.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/82q7si/my_first_real_attempt_at_a_poem/dvcaedn/?context=0

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/82nwhd/oxeye/dvca9j4/?context=0