If I Were A Painter Poem by G. Newton V. Chance

I would paint you, a picture-perfect portrait,
Subtle hues, every pigment from my palette,
Your animated eyes, slightly upturned nose,
Framed by garish landscape, coloured like Van Gogh's:
Light and shadow playing, gently on your lips,
A Mona type smile, elusive as a wisp.
In the background, a roble or a poui
Adds to your blush, a flush of golden beauty.
My paint not of acrylic nor oil, but love,
Fresco of desire on ceiling, above,
The sky, my canvas, the world my gallery,
Your portrait, priceless, yet free for all to see
And adulate, while the universe applauds.
But alas, I’m just a poet of few words.

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