If pen and ink were brush and paint
And vowel sounds were shades and tints,
If word pictures weren't so faint
But radiant like fine art prints -
I'd make her beauty plain to see,
Undimmed by any verbal flaw;
In picture-perfect poetry,
To read would be to gaze in awe.
Yet pen and ink are all I need
To simply say I love her so;
And if her sparkling eyes should read
My humble poem, she would know
Her portrait shines within my heart
More brightly than the finest art.
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art