Saturday, 3 May 2014
Poem for no-one
If I could pen the content of my heart
pour out the symphony of feeling
or wring out the ache onto manuscript
what music it would make
If I was fluent in the language of my soul
could comprehended my psyche
and articulate the kernel of my essence
what oratory you would hear
If I could paint my love upon canvas
emote as dashes of bursting colour
and let our kisses linger in brushstrokes
I would put masters to shame
Passion as invention, devotion as poetry
If I could create with mind and bone
then you'd know my heart
and all the world's lovers would covet
your gallery of love's art
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