As an artist, I carefully,
Paint a picture on my canvas.
With each stroke, I wipe away
a tear.
Causing a smile to reappear.
As an artist,
I endow your face, with my
brush.
Making it more perfect, as I
go.
Until, at last, I see the image
of my love.
(c) copyright heather burns
Until, at last, I see the image
of my love.
wow thats good painting..and you are really a good artist and your tears have got many sweet and fine colors to pain the face of your beloved..thanks for that much sweet poem and I feel it inside deep and enjoyed a lot..you deserve to be appreciated dearest artist/poet...all my respects for you and hope you never stop paining more and more..to make the face of your ideal perfect..thats good and inspiring idea and very much impressive too..well done and well written/./
As an artist,you write from the core of your heart, and with every word, we wait for your innermost desires!