The Kiss of Klimt
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I hurried through the halls of Belvedere
To reach the floor where I could see “The Kiss”
The place I’d find his artwork was so near
I finally came upon it, joyous bliss!
It hung there straight before me, glorious sight
I pushed among the people standing there
I felt my spirit rise to wondrous height
With bated breath, transfixed, I stood to stare
How could I trust what eyes told me was true?
There was that gentle kiss, that sweet embrace
I’d seen it often before, but fondness grew
For tenderness Klimt painted on her face
The flowers in her hair, romance in bloom
Protective arms of lover, haven sure
Kaleidoscope of colors banished gloom
A moment captured then that will endure
I gifted to my daughter artist’s book
She loved his “Judith” and his “Tree of Life”
Klimt’s passion women mirrored in each look
He loved them all but none he took for wife
Gustav has left a legacy of love
In paintings that enthrall the heart and mind
Of stature small, but like the gods above
He left eternal mark on all mankind
For Anthony Slausen’s Klimt Contest
November 18, 2017
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017
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