Painting, “You are beautiful,”
in mind
is so easy,
for as truth is to birth
then your face is to love.
Yet oils might blight
this canvas,
this life,
that beckons such a smile
into eyes.
Will you stay
with the pen
in this hand?
Or will the tremors of days
loose the hues
of good fortune
upon this waiting world?
©22nd January 2010 Hey Hey
For Jono, who paints
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