Art : Subjective
Subjective
her vision moves me
thoughts soar
and I'm consumed
by emotion
flooding my senses
euphoria felt
I melt
as I become enthralled
with her all
She is the art
that erupts
off my canvas
magmentous
in passionate heat
with strokes that repeat
studied and taught
each night
caressed in deep thought
eyes wonder
but dare not wander
keeping such beauty in sight
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