Drawn

Beautifully sketched

A drawn out piece

Roses and red wine

A bashful beast.

Forget the roses

The garden flower new

Growth of the spirits

Drawn from hues.

Serenity.

Perfectly polished peace

Posed presently

A potted pickled piece.

Marked and manhandled

The piece does form

Out of a clump of clay

Beauty is formed.

Goodbye oh sweet!

Drawn from the soul

Marked and stained

My heart you stole.

How I will miss

The curves of the lines

Sweetly remembered

From a different time.

I’ll bury you away

From lights and sounds

All to myself

I’ll have you around.

Sweet dreams Love!

You’re mine and mine alone.

Chartered in paint

Hidden behind the tome.