I felt sure at first glace
That I had seen a work of art
A canvas masterfully touched by gentle brushstrokes
Till that face, glowing like that of an angel
Stared back at me
Through frame of oak and glass
Of flaxen hair
And sea green eyes
Was the beauty that fell 'fore my gaze
Skin like that of a china doll
And a smile
That to me seemed a golden ray of light
Warmer even than the
Fickle heat of the sun
I longed for that beauty
Though I knew I should not
And tortured my fair caged heart
Till cries like that of a wounded animal
Could be heard in my chest
Through every hour
Of every day
How is it
That a work of art
Could be of flesh and blood
Rather than of pigment and brush?
What great magic it must have been
To make this perfection a reality
I think that were my desire still
A painting
Of oil
Of canvas
Of beauty locked behind a polished wood frame
That I might overcome
Nature itself
To put myself in that canvas
So that I might share
The colors of
Flaxeb gold
Sea green
And porcelain white
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
I felt sure at first glace
That I had seen a work of art
A canvas masterfully touched by gentle brushstrokes
Till that face, glowing like that of an angel
Stared back at me
Through frame of oak and glass
Of flaxen hair
And sea green eyes
Was the beauty that fell 'fore my gaze
Skin like that of a china doll
And a smile
That to me seemed a golden ray of light
Warmer even than the
Fickle heat of the sun
I longed for that beauty
Though I knew I should not
And tortured my fair caged heart
Till cries like that of a wounded animal
Could be heard in my chest
Through every hour
Of every day
How is it
That a work of art
Could be of flesh and blood
Rather than of pigment and brush?
What great magic it must have been
To make this perfection a reality
I think that were my desire still
A painting
Of oil
Of canvas
Of beauty locked behind a polished wood frame
That I might overcome
Nature itself
To put myself in that canvas
So that I might share
The colors of
Flaxeb gold
Sea green
And porcelain white
