Adorable Friend the Canvas Is Alive

My heart is like the dewy rainbow, Endless in its riot of pretty colours, Infinite, in parallels of beauty rows, Forever Mirror images stretching out, Like a river’s edge, never to meet. There can never be forgotten dreams, Memory walks on the turfs of love, Immortalized: in resonance with music. Are these timid steps of a lover’s dance; Vibrant forms, united in love and beauty. Mona-Lisa, I hear whispers of the pen. Abrasions: On the sweetness of that smile. Slayer of hearts: O! softness, of the Rose. Stab my heart with a Pen-pal story lore? It bleeds red as the lips, shadows watch. Life is so short, paths strewn by rose thorns The canvas comes alive in primitive desire, Eve’s apple straying her thoughts to doom. Enchanting is love, will she smother it away? There are no ends to estacy or love: dear Friend Step lightly, like the wind in wild aroma. Dwell awhile, let me caress those hand, Feel the rave warmth in your closeness, Blend this moon in shadows, to my soul, Adorable, I still lookout for the twinkling eyes.