The Self-Portrait - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Love, isn't a guise or a disguise
My love for you isn't a prop or a backdrop
I fan the flames that fire your heart
Am I not that landscape, within without?
Am I not the canvas?
The self-portrait in oils you've longed to paint
I taut stretched to frame.
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