Portrait of Love
If I could draw your face,
upon the canvas bare,
I'd paint as dark as night,
the softness in your hair.
Burnt Ember I would use,
and blend with golden lights,
reflecting haunting shadows
inside your fiery eyes.
Your lips of liquid crimson,
would whisper words of love,
as I might brush the warmest hues,
to paint your skin, so sleek and smooth.
Each stroke would be a memory,
of every time we kissed,
each color, sensual reflections...
to emulate our bliss.
My heart would capture moonlight,
my soul, the stars above,
because my Portrait of Passion,
would be, of You...My Love.
By C.M.Foster
© 2009 C.M.Foster
(All rights reserved)
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