The Portrait Of Jennie Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

THE PORTRAIT OF JENNIE
Artist! Your brush captured her face. Your heart captured an angel's trace. You painted her portrait on the moon's lace. Artist! You didn't believe she was dead. You wondered why her eyes were sad. The moon gave its smile to your palette's space. Death had been in love with her in craze. Death might be jealous of life's dance. Artist! Don't cry! The ghost is still in your bed. She will never leave as your canvas keeps her glance. Artist! Don't cry! She is still your soul mate. You were born in a film which had to end. 'Jennie'! You whispered her name. She smiled as if she wasn't dead. Your brush captured her face. Artist! Don't cry! A canvas rose will never fade.