The Deepest Blue

You lovingly painted me the deepest shade of blue
Softly wrapped me in a frame of golden hue
From the very first day you walked into my life
You painted me in your picture, without you

I stood alone on a canvas of the starkest white
Such a radiant speck of deepest blue
Smiling as you painted my heart into your hands
I watched from this picture without you

I am your masterpiece, one of a kind
Your own lovely creation of design to view
Forever to stand in the lonely halls of your flame
So hopelessly in love...with you

I stand alone on this canvas of the starkest white
Midnight blue from love's palette of hues
You can find me here in this picture without you
They call me......, "The Deepest Blue"

Reviews

[quinfinn]

time can be a friend, it can also dim the brilliance of fond memories. that is why i believe in putting our happiest and saddest moments or experiences into verse or some other form of art. you have captured this very well with "the deepest blue"
once again you have touched a part of me with your art, thank you for sharing

[Jae]

this is absolutely gorgeous. You always paint a beautiful picture with your words, and you create stunning work. Brava

~Rem

[An owl on the moon]

With a stunning brush you paint the world in shades and hues of love... and longing... What a wondrous word to share with us, and to know that love can stay alive.. and thrive through time. The color of hope, dear friend.

[Hailey Hamilton]

I like it!

[Rhine Wolf]

it is so sad to me, to be immortilized alone, for ever looking out, alone. Your words paint a stunning image.
Blessed be, Fallon

[Jvl narasimharao]

Your poem is great new or old

[Arthur Henn]

A true tribute of love written by a true poetess heart

[Eric Wagner]

I really like this one Neva. Captures the thought and emotion in the perfect sizes capsule of words.

[R J Askew]

This feels strong. I sense the artist, if that is the right word, maybe he is a metaphysical artist, has idealised his love, but it not really in love as there is no linkage. And so the love object is lost in the other's idealised vision, a situation which is less than ideal.

[Barbara Lynne]

a beautiful write...i am happy to hear that today you smile :) time is a gift...it is sometimes given when we least expect it...but most always need it...lovely poem..

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sigh...what more can be said