Yours eyes are my pallet, willing and ready
Your arms are my paintbrushes, open and steady
Your lips are my masterpiece delicious and willing
Your voice is my chapel holy and fulfilling
Together we shall paint on the canvas that is our lust
Each heavy stroke represents one hard thrust
A mixture of textures depth and colors
Not one image on our canvas is duller
Your hands are so fresh, well used and articulate
Your heart is pure, more perfect than any one would admit
Your smile is an adventure, different all the time
Your soul is loyal and honest, and I must say all mine
Together we will create the perfect piece of art
From everyone Else's you can tell it apart
the brush stroke are wild, making it look serene
the paint is done messily, making it appear so clean
Your hair is soft and luscious, better than Egyptian cotton
Your ears are luring and perfect, don't think they were forgotten
your neck so slender like that of an egret
Your collar bone so prominent makes me forget any regret
With your daring I feel safe
With your anger I never chafe
with Your Treachery I feel naive
with your winning attitude, I always can believe
Yours eyes are my pallet, willing and ready
Your arms are my paintbrushes, open and steady
Your lips are my masterpiece delicious and willing
Your voice is my chapel holy and fulfilling
Author notes
type 5=]
Written May 6th, 2006
A contest entry
- Types Of Love(NEED TYPE 1 BEFORE JUDGING) by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended March 31, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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beautifully written, the thought is there as well as the emotions. But may I ask that you pick one type of love it fits the best, it will help judging.
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Of course
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Great poem Ri! Such pasison and great rhyming!
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Thanks alot <3
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even though i usually dont like ryhming poems you did a good job!!! this is really cute! good job. peace to all ~flight
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