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George Manos
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Canvas

This is an empty page waiting for the words to fill
My canvas where I can paint my soul
The same that all have used keys or pen or quill
With artistry they commanded for their love to know.

I will use what strokes I have my feelings display
And in the eyes of the reader interpret my intent
If, in these lines, lament a love too little come my way
They can, at least, serve to show by Heaven sent.

A poet scribed that, at least, his love will live in his rhyme
The portrait he drew would always in his canvas live
So, the best this blank slate gives us is only Time
But, never as faithful as when your fleshy rendering give.

So, I will paint this page with another classic take
To hang in the hallowed halls such love always preserves
That the elemental ecstasy we feel when our love make
The greatest artist only to convey its essence serves.


This article was published on:
Sunday, February 11, 2018


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