My Art Work Poem by amarachi Ossaji

As I painted on my easel,
As my brush went to work
to put together an art piece,
Each stroke of my brush gave life to a human.

The hair was ebony black...a true African prince...
The face glowed like the setting sun...

The next stroke brought his eyes; I painted it full of laughter
The ears I painted to the sound of music;
The lips I gazed upon; made full to kiss his beloved..

I got lost a while, in my imagination..
There I met him! ! !
The man from my easel
Although it felt like a dream, for he was the man of my dreams..
He was walking down the street
With such gallant stride
and so full of pride
He approached, strategy in mind
To charm me away..

And he succeeded,
For I fell in love with the man
Staring at me from my easel
The man I call my own..