Am I the canvas of your dreams
To paint all your fantasies
With vibrant colors
And to change it as you wish
With your changing fancies
Am I the canvas of your dreams
To show all your wanton deeds
In colors of mischief
And to wash away
When you wish it be blank
But you forget the truth that
Colors of red you painted
With my blood will never fade
Even if you wash it
Again and again
colours, changing fancies. colours of red painted in your blood...... love the colours in your mind and the canvas of dreams
Colors of the rainbow to change as you wish with your changing fancies! and colors of mischief stand out in my mind. Love how colors are the driving force behind your message! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
The canvas opens up the heart and demonstrates the erudite conclusion. Helplessly one has to be a part of your canvas and little can be done to reverse the impact. Forgive the erring less mortals.
Very beautiful poem of love colors and all the dreams that move with its essence, the ecstasy of loves touch and its pain its all in this poem. Sublime! Thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! The canvas of dreams! ! ! !