A Painting Of Perfection. Poem by Shamba Kaunda

I wanted to paint,
A picture of true love in colours both bright and faint,
A portrait of your beautiful face,
And your warm lips if i had the chance,
I wanted to paint,
A picture of happiness in colours both bright and faint,
A caricuture of two white doves on a tallest mountain,
And your love cascading in its cataracts and fountains,
I wanted to paint,
A picture of a wet red rose in colours both bright and faint,
A dipict of your weightless body and its sweet aroma,
And that of the coldest winter ere summer,
I wanted to paint,
A picture of affection in colours both bright and faint,
A reflection of a rainbow after a tender rain,
And that of your gentle voice that heals my pain,
I wanted to paint,
A picture of fondness in colours both bright and faint,
un impression of a free bird in its nest,
And the beating of your tender heart inside your chest,
So if i had to paint all these things,
They will be a duplicate of perfection of your whole being,
But i dont have a brush and an not a painter,
I own a pen and i have a paper,
Am a poet and all i feel is true,
So i wrote this poem for you..