Portrait of Lost Love
Lost love once painted me as a blurred piece of art,
but I'd dry my teary eyes and agree to pose again
if you can promise that you'll never break my heart.
From the thralls of love, I have sworn to abstain,
although the thought leaves me filled with doubt,
but I'd dry my teary eyes and agree to pose again.
Perhaps the time has come to end love's drought,
then heartache will be nothing but a faded memory,
although the thought leaves me filled with doubt.
From misery and loneliness, I wish to be set free.
Paint a portrait of me, wearing a contented smile,
then heartache will be nothing but a faded memory.
Like 'The Mona Lisa,' portray me in da Vinci's style.
Giving love another chance, I'd bravely do for you.
Paint a portrait of me, wearing a contented smile.
Brush me as a woman but not in woeful hues of blue.
Lost love once painted me as a blurred piece of art.
Giving love another chance, I'd bravely do for you
if you can promise that you'll never break my heart.
April 8, 2022
An Original Terzanelle Contest
Sponsored by Milt Hankins
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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