Moving and watching
Wonderment and admiration creep
The work of artiste hands
Drifting over the page with such skill
To make me want something, immoral
For the man with passion
For something I love with adornment
For the joy I get in watching… and….
Wondering, and dreaming
Then are my feelings really feelings
Love of the art,
Or the artiste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem