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Love is Art

By sivyoci

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

I gaze onto your city, a metropolis my hand begins to compose a rendering of its metallic features the paper becomes filled, lines grow the soft, edged charcoal shades within my fingers, forgetting no detail pins embrace you to my wall this is your portrait, art will prevail will you now set up your canvas place it on an easel near my chair mix water and color, wet your brush paint my vines, branches, petals with care rainbows glisten across whiteness a landscape, my reflection is in sight protect your art within a frame the nail and wall hold me tight we are different media, different scenes yet no critique, we are eachothers' lover if be a museum, our life is a gallery of art each day is another chance to discover Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 01:17 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8

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