Au nom de l'amour

The Writer and the Artist

The Writer and the Artist
By: Francesca Baltazar

He is an artist and I am a writer.
He make art and I make literature.
He's sweet, he's kind, and so playful.
But I am sad, boring, and alone.

He inspires me by looking at his art.
Making me want to write a story behind his paintings.
I smile, I cried, I got mad.
My emotions always escape me.

I saw him for the first time.
His smile, his eyes, his face, it's such an art.
And now, he became my inspiration to write this poem.

I love the way he smiles and the way he looks.
I like how he cups his face whenever he is bored.
He is such an art and I am such a poet.
I made him a poem, that I think I'll regret.

He became my happiness, the star of my night.
He became something I never expected.
I thought I was only writing about how you inspire me.
Now I realized that I am writing because I am falling.

But I never and will never tell you how I feel.
Because I know that I am not the one.
Your paintings, your soul, your art is her.
And I'm in this illusion that someday I'll be just like her.

I am a writer with just a lost soul.
I find happiness in everything I know.
But you, you are the reason I wrote this poem.
You didn't know, yes you won't even know.

My heart says it's you.
But mind says I'm not what you wanted.
Even it hurts, even I cry, I still write this poem for you.
Why? Because this writer loves you.