Sometimes I wonder
Whether you are just a brilliant illusion
My mind
Has created
If so, my darling
I must commend
My own creativity
If you are a product
Of my idle mind
I wonder
What an active one
Might accomplish
I could call you an angel
But why bother
When with your fiery eyes
You resemble more
A devil’s temptation
Perhaps an artist’s muse, you are
But then again
A fool he must be
To let you
Witness this broken world
Do you enjoy this, my dear?
Watching me
With that infuriatingly knowing smile
As I run frantic
My eyes tired and crazed
And paint splatters stretched across my clothes
While I try to capture you
In this moment
With the evening sun
Like a young bride
Shyly caressing your figure
Sometimes I wonder
Whether you were a mistake
Of creation
An existence
That wasn’t
Supposed to exist
For surely
Such pure beauty
Couldn’t be mine
To behold
Your passion
Like a fallen leaf
Awaits a gentle breeze (of time)
Till it floats away
Leaving the nude soil behind
Tainted
By your memory
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Thank you so much.