PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

People take these things for granted

Others don't even consider

Being who I am

Seeing who you are

As brush meets canvas

I paint this picture of you



Your hair, tantalizing fields of black

soft to the touch in it's beauty and yet, can cloak that same beauty just as well

Your eyes, a gateway of brown, so full of wonder, the only pleasurable bewilderment

Your lips which possess a smile that could light up even my darkest of days

Which harness a voice so lively, it can awaken even the deadest of souls

Your hands, soft to the touch, but balled up tighter than a dill pickle jar when the time counts

Your skin, while my fingers play upon it gently are the main aesthetic to everything from your caress, your hug, your kiss

As I paint lower, words float about John Mayer and eventually I find myself wanting to discover me discovering you, taking a trip to that wonderland



I'm nowhere near done though

There are things that not even the most finest brush can paint

That even the most profound of artists can't perceive

A heart, so warm, so golden, so sensitive, and yet, as tough as nails

A will to pursue her every aspiration but never afraid to show she's human

A realness to admit her every flaw, her every vulnerability

A fire inside which can cause her to fly off the handle or fly into my arms



A portrait can never compare to the real deal

This portrait will never suffice, even though it is to the eyes it will appeal

But this portrait is of someone sent to me from above

This portrait is of someone that I love

I consider these things and much much more

I'll never take these such things for granted

Seeing who you are

As this brush leaves the canvas and into the cup

I've painted this picture of you