In blissful peace he watched his loving bride
and knew this was a moment he should keep.
Inspired thoughts as she lay by his side,
enchanted by the stillness of her sleep.
He rose before he shared her morning kiss,
and rushed to catch the ambiance of light,
a moment that he knew he dare not miss
for capturing this peace within his sight.
He armed himself with palette, brush in hand
and tattered painters smock he wore so well.
To paint a still life all could understand,
a masterpiece brushed softly in pastel.
His sweetheart woke to see what he had done:
“Now put this fruit away, you’ve had your fun”!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good nice poem! ! ! like this line He armed himself with palette, brush in hand