I could paint a portrait
Of your lovely face
I could share the photos
Of our favourite place
But I'll never capture
The burning love in my heart
The painful longing I feel
When we are miles apart
I could make works of art
But never a masterpiece
The best thing is my love for you
My missing puzzle piece
As long as I love you
My art is breathing, alive
All I need is your warm touch
And I will happily survive
If I lost that in any way
My love for art would die
The artistic, poetic soul wane
With spirits anything but high
So don't leave me, my dear
Or I would surely perish
As my entire being, fallen and breaking
Loses itself in pitiful anguish
Hold me close, whisper words of comfort
And I'll keep writing for you then
Because there is nothing more artistic
Than loving another person
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Poems For Him
PoetryThis is a book of poems dedicated to the one person that has gotten me into writing poetry in the first place. It's heavily romanticized and written by someone who is relatively inexperienced in love. I'm just writing it how I feel it. A.D., this...
