My life is blank and pale
Filled me now with your paint.
It's up to you if it's a scenery or under the sea
What important is, you paint the world with me.
Grasp a brush and make a stroke,
Of a wild animal hiding behind the oak,
Or the fishes into the crystal clear water of the falls,
Acrylic, oil pastel, or watercolor?
It's up to you if you use it all.
Your hand began to move,
Color it all with a groove,
I'm the canvas and you're my paint
And you will never hear any complaint.
~○Gel○~
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Author:
Gelyn Guinto Rodriguez (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2017 21:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Author's note: All of my compositions are labor of love, hurt, and pain.. Originally made from my own Experiences. A copyright not a copycat. Gel
- Category: Love
- Views: 30
- User favorite of this poem: BRIAN & ANGELA.
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Comments1
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL GEL ! I love the concept that I am the brush and you are the canvas ! I will paint every inch of you with every vibrant and throbbing color of Natures Rainbow. Your nubile body is the perfect canvas for my "Brush of Love" I use watercolor because it is gentle and would form fluid patterns on your perfect form ~ and our Love is always fluid ! RED for Passion ~ ORANGE for Cautiojn ~ YELLOW for Joy ~ Green for Nature ~ BLUE for the sky above and the sea benaeth us in which we swim naked like two dolphins under the surface ! Purple for the Spirituality of our love as I paint (massage) every inch of your perfect form and my brush tastes the savor of te release of your Love Essences. I love our "Brush with Love" and you made no complaint ~ you just purred like a satisfied kitten ~ perfection. Thanks for caring and sharing Love & Hugs ~ BRIAN XOX Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
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