Self-less Portrait (extended version)A Poem by Marquise
To me she is the Mona Lisa of Philly.
No wonder I could not paint her beauty with words. I guess some works of art we're never meant to be created. But we are HERE now... Trying to figure out what to do with this paintbrush, canvas, and blurs of beautiful colors that are blinding us from reality. The catch 22 is, we both have significant lovers but how significant are they if we only think if each other? Making we wonder if this gift of love comes with a return policy. She sees beauty in me Wishes I would look in a mirror and see what she sees. But mirrors need light to operate and i am surrounded in darkness So I can only paint an accurate self portrait of myself by looking at the reflection in her eyes. To stand there for hours while I try to piece my self image back together on this canvas is an act of selflessness on her part. It feels like I'm wasting three hours of her life. She says my gift give her three hours extra of living.. To be gifted is a curse sometimes. Our mentalities are like most of the worlds now Painting our own self images thru someone else s vision. One day we will respect ourselves and walk from this. Not because if the love We share but because of what love really IS. Till then we will continue to make love in the shadows and paint selfless portraits... © 2010 Marquise |
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1 Review Added on April 2, 2010 Last Updated on April 2, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorMarquisePhiladelphia, PAAboutI don't consider myself a writer because I don't write often, but I have trouble putting words together when I want to express myself verbally. Writing is the one way I can do this successfully. I lov.. more..Writing
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