Painting him

It was a late dark starless night,

His thoughts spread moon light;


My heart pumped love & made me warm,

Haunting me like an advent of a storm;


Painting him to fill the emptiness,

Making him alive and giving solace;


The incredible magic of thisΒ  emotion,

Feeling real and not a trace of fiction.


26 thoughts on “Painting him”

  1. an engineer poet is exactly what the world needs !!!
    You express a profound sensitivity, hang on to it, the world needs more of that!!! Keep writing!! thank you for this beautiful creation!

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