Do we get ever bored with love?
You ask me as I portray your beauty
On a canvas as you model this portrait.
Did you ask, if I am bored with you,
When this canvas is full with colour in your shape?
And do you ask me if you are just a model,
And this painting only is real? in your fear!
Beloved, let me answer your query,
With a pain I every carry of patriarchy,
That the truth is that I am painting
All my walls of defence with bright,
Blue, red and green scheme of colours,
Carved in your shape to feel you more deep,
Deeper than me that I never miss your shape!
Every stroke of brush is my touch,
From a distant dream to reach your heart.
Like a finger of rain melted on soil,
We love beyond poles of you and me.
And this life is not enough,
For every wall needs a portrait of you,
To tell that you are never boring
But a breath that I give my life to!
You ask me as I portray your beauty
On a canvas as you model this portrait.
Did you ask, if I am bored with you,
When this canvas is full with colour in your shape?
And do you ask me if you are just a model,
And this painting only is real? in your fear!
Beloved, let me answer your query,
With a pain I every carry of patriarchy,
That the truth is that I am painting
All my walls of defence with bright,
Blue, red and green scheme of colours,
Carved in your shape to feel you more deep,
Deeper than me that I never miss your shape!
Every stroke of brush is my touch,
From a distant dream to reach your heart.
Like a finger of rain melted on soil,
We love beyond poles of you and me.
And this life is not enough,
For every wall needs a portrait of you,
To tell that you are never boring
But a breath that I give my life to!
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