Painting Love

It starts as slow, deliberate strokes of a brush

Bristles scratching ever so slightly, the artist is in no rush

She takes her time picking the hues

So lost in her work that there’s no need to choose

 

As the painting progresses, her pace begins to quicken

Her muse dominating her mind, with whom she is smitten

The artist’s soul and the paint become one

Each brush stroke and expression of their love

 

Once the masterpiece is complete

It is bittersweet

At that moment they knew they were meant to be

They were filled with a special kind of glee

 

Immortalized on the canvas was the culmination of their love

To show all who see what true passion is made of

Reviews

[willweb]

That was beautiful, a painting with words and emotions and affection. I love the brush strokes in this piece.