Crimson on Canvas

Love is a passionate portrait painted with the heart Burnished brush strokes are a cherished work of art when friendship blossoms as buds bloom into flowers and romance reigns with caresses in garden bowers Splashes of seafoam and evergreen flecks her eyes Cerulean for the sea near the shore where she lies Tint of Tuscan gold in the sand, reflected by the sun and pastel pink on the lovely lips of my beloved one Crimson on canvas, ruby red once she's been kissed It's my intimate impression of her in a tender tryst With carefully blended oils, her portrait takes shape as I capture the delicate tresses curling on her nape My deep desire tempts and teases my male senses Against loving her, I will build no bulwark of defenses My fingers long to fondle her cheek when she smiles This beauty is not a woman who uses feminine wiles I've adorned the canvas with her image as best I can Flawed to a fault by my hand. I am an imperfect man In this painted creation I hope I've been able to portray the beauty and grace of her that words cannot convey