Rachele - Poem by PAUL COLVIN
A thousand lines from just one look
One simple glance could write a book
She has no love except her art
But in those eyes, I see her heart.
Humility is what I see
Married to her artistry
She never seeks to take the floor
And seldom pictured at the fore.
But why? Because the beauty's there
Her coyness should be given air.
Awake, alive, a spirit free
Yet in the background she will be
Take your place, stand tall and proud
And let your inner self shout loud
For you're the one who holds that key
I look in you and I see me
For your eyes see, your eyes see all
Though words are scarce, I hear your call
Your heart comes through in every sketch
And in your art your words are etched
Words are pure and not uncouth
For your eyes speak of only truths
A soothing soul, artistic hand
Like Egypt's sand she sweeps the land
With Cleopatra's eyes she scans
Her wild spirit thrusts to dance
‘Til night times silence breaks her call
Yet still love shines, embracing all.
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