MasterpieceOnce the sky was the darkest of grey and
perpetual winter dogged my weary footsteps
I would look at the bare branches that
stretched, clawing beauty from the scene.
Weighed down by the course cut rock
that enclosed my heart, I was too tired
to lift my head and look beyond this bleak,
desolate landscape, raped by harsh winds.
Then one day when I awoke after yet
another night of storm tossed dreams where
the only comfort I held was the washed
out bolster that kept us so far apart.
As my eyes adjusted to unfamiliar light
something special swept, imbuing the air,
such aromas that were an ambrosia to me that
I could see the glory of a full summers day
which spread a delicious warmth through limbs
long left aching from the bitter cold.
And there you were, the most beautiful
and perfect picture. Your face just inches
away so that I could see every line
etched and marked and softly drawn.
You drew me into the canvas of your love,
showing me the marvels of nature
so lovingly crafted by your hand.
I walk on stars now and when I paint
it is to show the masterpiece that is you.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2014-01-20 at 15:30
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