The Painter & The Poet

Love is truly amazing. It allows us to endure through tremendous hardships and find destiny amidst vast chaos.

The Painter & The Poet

He shines in everything she paints.
His essence saturates each stroke
swabbed by her meticulous touch
onto canvases of splendor.

He shines in everything she paints.
His motives broad curves of body
bold and pronounced as they    display
resolution in strong contour lines.

He shines in everything she paints.
His repertoire of professions
feel as deep to her as textures
her brush could hope to recreate.

He shines in everything she paints.
He brings cultured composition
conjoins shapes once incongruent
but now organic masterpiece.

He shines in everything she paints.
His piety in her pigment
propels color across her world
igniting in rapturous hues.

He shines in everything she paints.
His poise pacifies impasses
juxtaposing colors together
in simultaneous contrast.

He shines in everything she paints.
His touch calms all disaccord
constitutes all values of light and
fills the void of negative space.

He shines in everything she paints.
He induces innovation
invokes lust like Mona Lisa
unorthodox as Last Supper.

He shines in everything she paints.
His eyes capture what they covet
content to share that second pure
as an impressionist piece.

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Her voice in every word he writes.
Her allure resounds boundlessly
breathing warmth into all his words
strengthens each piece he composes.

Her voice in every word he writes.
Her fantastic free-verse figure
affects the senses sensuous
as the smooth sound of assonance.

Her voice in every word he writes.
Her fine-tipped passion possesses
the pen as it scribes the semblance
of cherry tree’s outspread branches.

Her voice in every word he writes.
She’s pen to paper in his arms
aligns disjointed reverie
gives form to sundry fantasies.

Her voice in every word he writes.
She’s the delectable descriptions
discerned by acute immersion
yet she transcends vocabulary.

Her voice in every word he writes.
Her kiss brings bliss to his parched mouth
edits tangents tactfully down
and expels writer’s block away.

Her voice in every word he writes.
Her proximity provoking
aspiration tones like his own
dialect of dual prodigies.

Her voice in every word he writes.
She’s loved like Coleridge wrote so well
“Thro’ all my being, through my pulse beat
I bless the lot that made me love you”.

Her voice in every word he writes.
She stimulates inspiration
independent of explanation
like liberation everlasting.