Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

The Perfect Painting

It does not exist
The Louvre lusts for such a work of art
Napoleon and Louis both depressed
The perfect painting does not hang
There may have been an artist one day
Capable of such a feat
I tell you now, this was not to be
Nothing perfect in those decrepit paintings of history
The perfect painting will come to pass
When the stars of fate align
You shall fall with in my sights
As I turn my charm into woven gold
I will have you in my arms so close
I shall create a palette of rainbows
As I paint my love for you
Then my lass you shall see
The perfect painting 
A mirror of beauty bestowed 
Hung on the halls where angels sing
Divine is the statuesque
The perfect painting
Of you

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Lucilla Carrillo June 24, 2014 at 6:09 PM I do believe that would be the perfect painting. They say - no one is perfect until you fall in love. Thanks for this lovely poem... Lucilla Arthur Vaso June 28, 2014 at 12:36 AM Thank you Lucilla, and yes perfection is imperfection!

Donna Jones June 23, 2014 at 8:20 AM Ah..yes..that is what is so wonderful about love...we don't see the flaws..all is perfect...love this poem ... Arthur Vaso June 28, 2014 at 12:35 AM Thanks Donna, and yes that's so true what you said!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser June 22, 2014 at 3:47 PM yes this poem could have been a good better best entry for the contest.. :D sweet though.. :) Arthur Vaso June 28, 2014 at 12:35 AM A contest? for your heart? Oh Noooo too much entries!!!!!!

Doris Jamoner June 22, 2014 at 9:45 AM Nicely written... I would love to see a perfect painting of love.. love your poem ! Arthur Vaso June 28, 2014 at 12:30 AM Thank you, I think perfect one, is well the not so perfect one, but that's just me!

Ralph Sergi June 22, 2014 at 7:29 AM Hi Arhur: A beautiful tribute to a loved one in the form of a perfect painting. Good Write! Arthur Vaso June 28, 2014 at 12:28 AM Thank you, in tribute to a fantasy LOL

Tim Smith June 22, 2014 at 5:29 AM A selfie...I would enjoy looking at that one..lol There are many perfect paintings in my head but when they come out they become flawed Arthur Vaso June 28, 2014 at 12:26 AM Sometimes flawed is perfect afterall

Paul Callus June 22, 2014 at 4:32 AM Ah! I can relate to this kind of poetry! Of course, even you can create your own perfect painting! Did I say self-belief!:) // paul Arthur Vaso June 28, 2014 at 12:25 AM Thanks Paul, I refer you to the "Skunk" LOL

Mohan Chutani June 22, 2014 at 2:19 AM Arthur, wonderful description of love/beloved as perfect painting. Mohan Arthur Vaso June 28, 2014 at 12:20 AM Thank you so much!

Andrea Dietrich June 22, 2014 at 12:52 AM wow, what a tribute to some divine woman out there!! I know there was a contest on perfect painting but isn't it finished? This would have been the perfect entry for that one!! BTW, The hills are alive was inspired mostly by this neat picture I found of a hill behind some farm houses and the trees made me think of spies. the title is inspired by the contest The HIlls are Alive with Poetry. Arthur Vaso June 22, 2014 at 12:56 AM Thanks, I saw all the titles and said I'll have it a go, no woman though just a poem! I thought of the song "The hills are alive" as when they tried to escape the Nazi spies where about! Love poems that can have double meanings even if not intended!!!!