The Artist Poem by La'Chelle Yount

The Artist



My pen, a road for my thoughts
To know the amazing that exudes
Wishing to read him better than the others
The talents bestowed upon him...brilliance
To see the beauty of his world through his pen
The magnificent things his pictures tell
If only he knew what feelings were felt
To look in awe at everything he does
Beginning a love that is kept in secret
My thoughts fall to him in his time
Wondering when thoughts meet his... electric
Wanting to be near hoping some of him to rub off
Dreams that are in his honor again
Presence that longs for his attendance
A familiar way that casts his shadow
One I hope to one day stand in
His soul is beautiful and smart
Dancing with the thought of a day enjoyed
One lost in moments of endless ponder
Leading most of me to a gentle sway
With him it is always a gentle smile
Followed by sight that is long overdue
A lust for everything that names him
Kindred soul with words alone
The emotions felt when looking upon his work
Unbelievable and wonderful he seems to be
The beauty of him shown to me
And with this, his name is love
Ah... so magnetic
The artist reigns, he overwhelms my thoughts
A piece of him remains with me in mind, body, and soul
I shall have it!

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