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A little bit of magic,
A little bit of heart,
A little bit of wonder,
Our love is an art.
                        Your touch is a paintbrush,
Gentle yet powerful.
                    Your eyes are a canvas,
Full of color and soulful.
                Our embrace is a still-life,
For this is when time stands still,
             Your kiss is a photograph,
It captures our thoughts, memories, and wills.
         Our conversations are abstract,
No real topic is needed.
Random thoughts are discussed,
Though our debates get quite heated.
      Of course, our ties are graffiti,
Dangerous and prohibited,
Marks upon a wall can't describe
A relationship so vivid.
    Our love is a sculpture,
Majestic and proud,
It will always be there,
Never tiring and avowed.
And though the pictures may be blurry,
Haze filling in to surround,
Your name will forever be etched in my heart,
Visible in the foreground.

Reviews

[S.S.P.]

loved the "art" metaphors ... excellent poem. bonus points for being a fellow Virginian :) keep 'em comin!

[Eagle Cruagh]

Your touch is a paintbrush"
I think perhaps your writing is a painting.
Full of imagery, pictures and designs that
no one but a skilled writer could duplicate.

Excellent writing !

Rated-----100 %

----Eagle Cruagh

[Orlando Murcia]

Very well written, I love your style of writing

It was really great to read such an amazing piece

thank you so much for sharing I really enjoyed it

And welcome to the Cafe!

Orlando M