We live in a simple house
With a simple blue wall,
A simple red wall,
And a simple white roof.
It’s where we live.
Our house is nothing insignificant
In reality we are calm
Pure, young couple
Infatuated with each other’s charm
Embracing in love
A soft, gentle touch,
On the surface.
But hiding behind us is anger,
Jealousy and lust take over.
We are white and pure physically,
But our thoughts are corrupted
I am wearing jealousy and anger
Lust is on my mind
He is death,
And he will take me
Love conquers all in the end
In death we shall go,
But we will have love,
A jealous, lustful love.
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The Lover's Mask
PoetryThis is an ekphrastic poem, which is a poem based off a piece of artwork. this poem is based off the artwork called The Lovers by Rene Magritte
