Work of Art

Dearie,
I may be no artist
But let me draw you
With my own
Stroke of words
And color you
With the same passion
Running through my veins
Up unto my heart

In that way
I’d immortalise you
And the memories we’d never make
And keep the artwork
In my own
Secluded gallery
While you pass your years away
Living the life you always wanted
Living the life as if I’d never existed.

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My Love for You is such a Joy

My love for You is such a joy,
like how Lilies give much to bees
and bees to pollens seeding another beauty,
as plenty a beauty as the lost Eden,
a picture of intangible gift
given to the blessed one.

But little I was the blessed one,
perfection You were of intangible
wrapped in a lost beauty,
Fated must I let my grip loose,
seeding You to the void of a land
needing more of Your warm embrace.

Thus of Your knowledge I humbly ask,
doing such won’t make My affection less bask,
Dear, worry of Me not,
as I will stand ravaging fire in utter bliss,
obliviating the burn of My porcelain skin,
in glorying exchange
for a painting of Your smile,
no greater treasure could suffice.

~Danica Aquino~
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