Picture Of Love Poem by Sylvia Chidi

If only I could touch your hands
Maybe you will rightly understand
Your own final destined place
And how I desire to touch your face
This is undoubtedly a picture of love
With your pink lips curled like a curve

Dust is to dust
As rust is to rust
Dust is to dust
As lust is lust

And I have found myself completely lost
Lost in an imaginary beautiful picture
Ready for you my love at any cost
I perceive this as a destined fixture

Trust is a must
As mistrust is disgust
Dust is to dust
And love is to trust
So let us adjust
Before the month of August

And I have found an entry
To your heart by pure chemistry
Your picture is the one of the century
And I will embark on this journey

A journey of curiosity
A journey of animosity
Because a picture is like a beautiful song
You can stare as you would listen to it all day long

Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi