Guess this title.

So i bought her a painting,
And brought it to her house.
The insides are breath taking,
And i don't mean inside her blouse.

And there i think i saw the light.
Held by an invisible screw,
Was "Van Gogh's" starry starry night,
Something not mentioned by you.

It's placed in a corner of a room,
Without light it exudes gloom.
A mistake i made by askinh whom,
Drew this beauty, that her heart swoon.

However neglated it may be,
Rhis painting's always in your heart.
Maybe i just didn't see,
You didn't like my kind of art...