Canvas

When love is beautiful
it splashes like the colours
on an artists palette,
each swirl of the brush
the mixing, the merging
a contour, a silhouette
of dreams, despair,
the wearing of a hat
floppy and soft on
a summer day
when the waves
are just curling on the shore,
the pinked nose
and vapour breaths,
hands rubbing, clasping
heat gasping into life,
It is oil and water
a semi circle rainbow,
incandescent, tear stained
the rough and smooth
the point where a puzzle
fits into the concave part
that was hollowed into sadness,
filled with life and laughter
and oh so much colour,
fusions mixing
love betwixt and between
the meaning from the lost
and the leaning into
another soul that is always
the right one and only one
the one for you
in the canvas of your love.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-11 at 12:42

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
So beautiful!
Ashe
2016-09-11