Portrait of You
Last night I finished, my portrait of you,
raven haired beauty, my heart burns anew,
which stirred this likeness, gazing back at me,
born of chalk and love, even oils pure,
this visage I made, captures beauty sure,
of both skin and soul, as all will agree.
It tortures me tho’, that you may ne’er see,
how truly I feel, how my heart shan’t flee,
ever any day, neither then nor now,
so I penned these words, with but quill and ink,
mixed with feelings true, a kiss and a wink,
to my love my dear, forever I vow.
Time may pass but love, that I wont allow,
the colours may fade, but words I endow,
with a timeless verve, matching beauty so,
your radiant light, your glow from within,
perfection you own, far deeper than skin,
quells my own darkness, this surely I know.
From Heaven above, to shadows below,
ne’er ‘gain shall you fear, or cry tears of woe,
at your side I’ll lay, eve through morning dew,
whispering these words, as I hold you tight,
never letting go, but until that night,
I’ll forever keep, my portrait of you.