You are the most beautiful thing I ever saw.
Your soul has become a part of mine and your kisses have become a part of my voice
I can not speak without your name or sleep without you in my dreams.
You are special in more ways than you can ever know and I could paint your portrait more beautiful each time with the paint of all your caresses.
I want so much for you to love me, I paint all my lovers before with white
so only your colours can be seen, I am but a canvas for you to play upon.
Wherever you go I want you to be seen for all you can ever be and are, even if I shall never see you again.
One day I think you will go,
as you hold fear like a broken glass,
you wrap it with your heart and bleed through all your insecurities.
Let me take the glass and kiss where it has been.
Please love again because I love to paint you over and over and over.. your love is my muse.
You slide your hands over me and I exhale all my pain and inhale you.. you, you
I love you...
but you will never love me.
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Author:
W.R Zelman (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
I appreciate how you use painting to embody that adoration, devotion that overwhelms you when you love another like that. Oh the frustration... all that and yet... you draw the reader in, so intense, so sensual, then boom. I'd say thanks but I'm still in shock!
The phrasing here, your choice words display you are a fine poet indeed. I envy the romance of your word choice. I really felt the sensual way you describe " I could paint your portrait more beautiful each time with the paint of all your caresses".
Unconditional romantic devotion beautifully expressed.
Wonderful emotive words, that adoration may well be returned one day if you show these words to that person.
thank you for sharing. This is a Wonderful poem.
Thank you so much for your comments. I actually published this poem under the title ‘unrequited’ a while back but forgot I had and stumbled across it the other day so published it again by mistake.
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