True Masterpiece
If you call can call a painting a masterpiece
What do you call love?
Flawless in its form
Igniting emotion from deep within
They are not brushstrokes
but gentle touches
Kisses on your face
like colors on canvas
In its depth its priceless
means more than life
Can you feel it?
In their eyes do you see it?
Too bold to be black and white
yet softer than pale moonlight
Too wild to be contained to one
Yet saught by many
A dance of joy and pain
like colors in an abstract
Beautiful
Copyright © Tonya Slade | Year Posted 2008
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