PORTRAIT OF US

Drawn by the call of the moon,
the oceans rise and fall.
This is nothing though,
in comparison to how my heart felt
when she was around me.
Thick black hair,dark skin,
voluptuous curves and laughter lines all in one being,
my kryptonite.
A sappy line but she shone brighter than the sun.
And her light, it hurt my eyes
but I'd rather have been blind
than not have my love around me or within.
In the dark, she showed me the way.
Guiding me with her hands
and whispering words of encouragement.
Taking me in a cycle of euphoria.
I wished it won't ever end.
However age is a beast,
walking hand in hand with time,
terrorising the living;
Snatching memories, feelings... And people too.
Robbed of feelings and caresses
but not robbed of her soul.
I've got my love caught in a myriad of colours,
forms, curves and lines.
Her absence hurts but I can't let go.
So you see dear artist, I need a favour.
By the stroke of your brush,
place me beside my light so that we can be together forever
 in our own warped paradise.