I Will (For Janet) Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

I will draw on the canvas of my soul
the golden waves of your hair,
your moonlit smile that's so fair,
the aurora borealis that you share,
in your eternal eyes, ice of the northern pole.

I will sing with the echoes of my heart
the secrets of Venus that you keep,
your poem, the everlasting, that's so deep,
the music of the gods, as you sip
every morning, measuring the distance that keeps us apart.

And I will charm the Devil's ear,
aside with the Devas that pray for you,
in the infinity of the sky's blue,
for what I feel could not be less than true,
as I gather my love out of a tiny dropp of tear.