Painting of Love

Is she...real? How true is your love? But a painting..or perhaps more?

Stroke of each brush, so deftly swiped

Have you wondered the colour?

 

Faintest blush upon the palest cheeks; rose quartz shimmer

Have you wondered the reason?

Soft lips that curved a beam of joy; sweet kunzite

Have you wondered the taste?

 

Rich locks of ebony, which cascades carelessly

Have you wondered the texture?

Sparkling orbs of truth and trust; clear sapphires

Have you wondered the faith?

 

Reach out with trembling fingers

Can you feel the heartbeat?

Scoot close with canine snout

Can you scent the perfume?

 

Motionless and frigid

Can you say she’s the one?

Locked in endless time

Can you say you’re in love?