Vision of thy beauty
Elicits voyeuristic tendencies
Within my mind’s eye
Thy form instills artistic impulses
As my hands sculpt thy likeness
With emotional accuracy
To my lips I add the song
Written to the music that is emanated
With every movement of thy being.
My muse of life and love
Come sit for me once more
So that I may cover my final mental canvas
With the blood and tears of my heartache
And alas I shall write my final sonnet
In reverence to thy splendor
And my mortal sin to covet thee
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2016 07:34
- Category: Love
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Comments2
THANKS NAP ~ A beautifully written poem carrying mixed messages of Pain & Passion. Thanks for sharing ~ please check my latest poem ~ Yours BRIAN
Awesome write
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