Portrait

A painter's ode to his beloved one.

On a white canvas
I will paint your portrait
swiftly in colours so soft
but also in harsh strikes

in the open page I will pour
all my colours, and my veins,
all the pasts and beyonds,
with soft whispers sweep the hypes

On a swinging groove I will dance
my hands, and gladly follow
your curves, to find your glow,
and erase your sorrows;

so the artwork that abides
in your inner matching hues
will overflow in gracious pride
that sparks deliciously from you.