If I could paint a picture of my love,
his dark eyes would be large pools
of amber light that peep
beguilingly from inner depths;
slightly open the coral lips, smiling,
about to speak words of deepest love.
Intelligent and kind, the handsome face,
perfect for his willowy figure, full of grace.

Alas no skill could depict
the light of love,
which shone like brightest
rays of summer sun;
nor brush portray the thrill
of sweetest kiss, received from
summer warm, honeyed lips.

It would remain a feeble
glimmer of true worth,
If I could paint
a picture of my love.


© J.M. Lewis January 2002


The above painting is by A Gentileschi.
I do not wish to infringe copyright so anyone owning it
who objects to its use here please contact me and I will
remove it. I wish only to share its beauty and show how it
inspired me to write a poem.






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