To be loved by an artist:
It always surprises me
how you are capable of painting every detail
of my exhausted face
onto a canvas.
You make me look so beautiful.
Perhaps that's the way you see me.
The way you paint my smiling face-
my cheeks looking red and full,
my eyes glimmering,
and my hair black and lustrous.
You even put down the
uncountable number of moles
that I have on my face.
And for a moment,
a thought crosses my mind,
"Does he paint her too?"
And once again, I feel a lump in my throat,
as my eyes swell up with tears.
YOU ARE READING
Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
