On a canvas

On a canvas

I stroke the paper with warmth

My heart skips a beat at the glances we exchange

Always looking away first

But slowly turning once more

Your eyes

Moving my wrist

Creating slow strokes

Then fast

Warm colors 

Then cold

Mimicking my unsteady heart

I feel like a child

Well,

I am one

Playing these games of close

And near

Glance 

Or not 

On a canvas

This fluid outburst of emotions 

Pour into the only thing I know

I try to captivate my heart

In this state

The state

Of love?

Author's Note

This is pretty much my current emotions, it's been a long time since I wrote a happier poem.