The artist promised a work of art,
And excited the model’s virgin heart,
He painted her hair he painted her eyes,
He painted her arms he painted her thighs,
He painted rosy cheeks and her coral lips,
Depressions of her belly, elevations of the hips,
He painted her beautiful lovely face,
He captured all the charms and all the grace,
But the dance of breasts on the beats of her heart!
To paint this beauty was the real art,
The artist could not capture the moving charms,
She hugged herself in her own lovely arms,
The painting then touched the poet’s heart,
He wrote a poem on the work of art.
The beauty of the model captured by the artist and he fell in love with his masterpiece. So beautifully expressed. I loved this one Thank you......
Great piece of poetry which captures the physical and inner beauty of an artist's model in a way, perhaps more than what the artist could have done on canvas. Thanks. The poem is my favourite now.
The artist is always at pains in trying to capture the 'subject' of the work, but rarely can they see what goes inside the heart of the human.. A wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing.
I keep it aside ready for translation into greek.A so nice conception.
This painter must have a heart of a human who could realize the beauty at last, Ending his painting with a poem on it keeping in his mind the ecstasy of moving charms ! ! !
......... AND THE ARTIST MARVELLED OVER HIS WORK OF ART! !