since that destined afternoon
when we met, I've failed at every attempt
to script a poem for you
for whenever I drew your portrait in my
palace of conception, it always was
amorphous and white for unrevealed
was what shall light the fire of muse
but last mighttide I poured in
colours and paints I conceived
from our short colloquy.
i saw strange shades
that laign with mine fortuitously
and I crave to see the colors and their shades
that sit quietly, unknown to me.
do not doubt these verses and even
though they intend to smear flattery, I
script no colourless lies when I say
in the world, you're the only poem in flesh.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
since that destined afternoon
when we met, I've failed at every attempt
to script a poem for you
for whenever I drew your portrait in my
palace of conception, it always was
amorphous and white for unrevealed
was what shall light the fire of muse
but last mighttide I poured in
colours and paints I conceived
from our short colloquy.
i saw strange shades
that laign with mine fortuitously
and I crave to see the colors and their shades
that sit quietly, unknown to me.
do not doubt these verses and even
though they intend to smear flattery, I
script no colourless lies when I say
in the world, you're the only poem in flesh.