I am not a virtuoso,
My brushstrokes always distort the forms,
Never have I dared to dream of such a title,
Until the moment you entered my life.
Upon witnessing your radiant grin,
A smile that outshines the sun,
Your eyes form perfect crescents,
Your rosy lips slenderer than before.
Oh, how I yearn for the skill of Rembrandt,
I covet his gifted hands.
Wishing they were mine,
For I long to immortalize your smile in paint.
I desire my sanctuary to be adorned,
With your celestial smiles.
I yearn to capture every facet of you,
To ensure you never fade from my memory, my beloved.
You, who breathed life into my joy,
You, who filled the blank canvas with vibrant hues,
Obscuring its emptiness, making me forget,
That it was once devoid of color.
If I possessed the ability to paint, to sketch,
I would replicate your smile,
Over and over,
Radiating more brilliantly than the aurora borealis.
My muse, whom I long to depict,
Allow me to observe every angle of you,
So when I acquire the skill to paint,
I can portray those aspects you've allowed me to see.
—ancn.
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Whispering Winds: A Stargazer's Silent Symphony
PoetryThis is an original collection of poems written by me with only one inspiration. This is an untitled poem. I made it so for it is a series of poem that describes one person and if I could ever put a title in every chapter of poems, his name would be...
