portrait
you're an artist
with your eyes
like those ocean blues
will never find its end
your lips
wish i could try
and move again
'til it part
your hands
with the gentle touch
i would caress you
all with sincerity
your fingers
will cling with mine,
with pearls
and walk intertwined
with my eyes,
my bare hands
i turn myself
into a painter
with every shades
it symbolized
all of you
through my fingers
i have beheld you
through water and air
'til you resemble
that man in the portrait
