canvasA Poem by Jared Orlando
what art is to you
isn’t art to me for I’ve found that even in the way you smile you do things to me that galleries cannot that mixing paint cannot and I’d hold you in the most beautiful frame but I’d rather set you free so I can touch you whenever possible as you’re a sight to behold a perfection, or what is perfect to me that only I should see forever gracing the canvas of my eyes © 2014 Jared Orlando |
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