Tthe Portrait

I saw you there on dew kissed green beneath a the shading oak no masters hand could emulate the beauty of each stroke in sunlight dappled glory you turned with Elven grace as sunlight’s sweet benevolence adorned your smiling face What artist’s brush or palette hue would envy such as this Or offer humble canvas that grateful eyes might kiss Gracious and coquettish charm entranced my softened eye and I dreamed for one sweet moment that on eagles wings I’d fly and there we’d sit forever in that sunlight dappled place [eating pickled gherkins fish and chips, cod of course not plaice] Alternative last line for the true romantic [A portrait of two lovers lost in a portraits timeless grace.]