I wish you could stay perfect
But each failed love
And each broken heart
Has painted you anew
Brushed you beyond the spectrum of the human eye,
That only the spirit can see,
The true colours,
I have seen you
Silhouetted on the fringes of my conscience
And my mind begins to sketch
While the heart paints between the lines
You start off classic,
Plush hair, googoo eyes, and heart-shaped lips
Mysterious, cunning and clever.
A dame, a Queen, a lover
One who has sutured my heart
And let it beat with new colour.
As you lie here in my arms
Obliging to my whims
And oblivious to my thoughts
I think of the perfect shade for your sensual lips
And which colour of shadow to frame your alluring gaze
I must think hard and true
For there is no gloss that can hide the deception in a kiss
No liner to mask the vulnerability in the eyes
No shade to truly hide the lust nor the love
The desperate surrender
Nor the hope of forever
So I must think hard and true
As I paint my perfect you
A portrait for my soul
A blueprint for my heart
And a memory for my mind.
Shades of perfection
The Hidden colours of love
Seen through emotion
Deep down, we know what’s best for us.
But what we want is often different.
Many say perfection does not exist,
But I think it is not seen, nor explained, rather it is felt.
That when we strike the delicate balance between what’s good for us,
And what we want,
Perfection can be found, even amidst the faults.
So think hard, and paint the perfect lover in your mind.
Or just look besides you, each morning and each night.
Blessed New year everyone. I’ve not been online for a while. Looking forward to catching up with your sites. Lemme know what you think about this post.
Stay safe, and stay loving.