For the painter that you are,
Brilliant painter of my love,
The colors you mix gently,
On the palette, palette of passion
The shades and the spectrum
You choose looking into my eyes,
My love, when I laugh, yellow gold,
Pink, when I blush as you
Gaze hungrily at my bosom,
Burning bronze, your skin
In the golden sun,
Crimson flush as
Your lips find mine.
Tones of white and blue
The moods of the
Clear October sky
Which shelters our love,
Streaks of green and olive
The grass which we tumble on,
Tints of black, brown and
Crimson in my fiery eyes,
My orange dress pushed apart,
Faded pastel beyond your back,
My redden lips from your bites,
Silver chain broken as you tug at it.
The leaves tinctured with saffron
Shakes merrily above our heads,
My hands caress your wild body,
Aquamarine eyes look into mine, dapple
My nails on your back draw lines in carmine
As we blend with the colors, colors of life
Passion so vivid as you paint me
You give me life with crayons of love,
Slices of agony, pencils of pleasure,
Sketches of longing, brushes of devotion,
Strokes of warmth, paints of passion
You, my darling, you paint our love
Being a painter, I love this piece seing the way you painted an eternal epic of vibrant love.........rgrds/salu
I would say this is the most beautiful love poem I have ever read! So glad I have found your work on this site. You have colored my day... Karin Anderson
being a novice painter myself, I love the picturesque descriptions of all the colors and tones. Every brush stroke recreates the painter's imagination. Very nice poem indeed.
from top to bottom when I glance, your rainbow colours send me in trance. CP
Masterpiece I shall In my amnesia Of the lost ages Stored in my subconscious Color myself And color you In red and green Indigo and aqua And all the seven thousand colors Colors from the wings of butterflies From the petals of flowers From the red of the cheek On your skin when it is On the fourteenth of the day Like moon From your eyes that tell secrets From the smile on your lips And the sadness when in separation I know you sit lonely Facing the setting sun The line from the crease On the face of that old lady In radiant smile And when behind those red lips The pearl of teeth appear On the face of the man Who after a long travel Is seeing in hope in some direction The blue of the midnight When we are painted with all these colors We shall make love on a canvas For a marvel of the art To create a masterpiece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ammmmmmazing paint of love! ......10+