Portraits

If I were to paint a picture of our love
I would not brush pink hearts into the canvas
or rainbows arching upon a cloud dotted firmament
No unicorns or music notes would splay upon the scene
If ‘i had to paint a picture of our love,
I would break my brush and dip my canvas in the light of the sun,
gilding it in golden beams
I’d wash it in the tears which we’ve wiped from each other’s cheek
in those silent moments in the dark
when our ears are filled with silence and our arms
with one another
I would scorch it’s ends with the blood of my veins
which run hot like lave every time you press your soft lips against mine.
I love you Juliet Schutte… Always and in all ways!
Michael ©

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