Beloved

 

Beloved

 

I sit on the banks of Thames

My brush and palette in hand

My lighting is perfect today

I survey the sea and the land

To see what I will paint today

 

In my view a boat in the distance

Caught my eye right where I stood

A vision of a girl so lovely

I lifted my brush, and knew I should

Capture this girl so lovely

 

Stroke by stroke it happened

I fell in love on that summer afternoon

She had stolen my heart that day

In 1909 on the ninth day of June

I memorized that beautiful day

 

As the last stroke was painted

She drifted out of sight from my view

The girl in the boat was now gone

Without knowing my love so true

My eyes searched the water, but she’d gone

 

Was she only an illusion, or was she real?

Had she only existed in my mind’s eye

I stand each day on the Thames searching

Hoping for a glimpse of her, and I sigh

Am I a fool to stand here searching?

 

For a love that is out of my reach

Still, I’ll come here each day

One day my love will transcend

In that moment my love I’ll convey

And then our love will transcend

 

Through the cold winter months

I’m still watching and waiting

For my heart to take flight

I’ll see her on the ice skating

Across the ice as our love takes flight

 

I was offered a million for that painting

It still hangs over my mantle at home

I gaze into the eyes of my beloved

Against the advice of my agent Jerome

I’ll never sell my painting Beloved

 

Then an idea revealed the conclusion

In a museum my Beloved will go

One day my beloved might walk by

Igniting her heart all aglow

I live for the day she walks by

 

Years have passed, now I’m old

Forty years later on the ninth of June

An exquisite angel’s voice I hear

That’s me when I vacationed here that June

Tell me who immortalized me, I must hear

 

An artist who paints with such passion

He’s who I’ve waited for all of my life

The reason I’ve never married

Been anyone’s mother or wife

I am he, I cried, next day we were married

 

I sit on the banks of the Thames

With my lovely young girl from the past

 Our hearts are now intertwined

She is my true love at last

Two hearts forever intertwined

 

 

Reviews

[Shalini Dinesh]

fantastic poem, i just loved the imagery, the concept, the picture, the font color everything blends so well, but i have a small doubt, the word "stoke by stoke it happened......" is it stoke or stroke???? cause you can stroke drawing with a pencil or brush, but will stoke rightly fit in???? cause the word is used in many places and i have that doubt.... if am wrong then am sorry just ignore it...

[Journey]

This is a lovely story. I am happy that it had such a happy ending. No regrets for all of the missed years...just love and gratefulness. Lovely...