Poetry

My darling is an artist
who saves pictures, her impressions on a canvas
and sometimes deep things
are expressed by her mere words,
 
as she paints the sea green,
at times mother-of-pearl
or a dull blue
and I wonder how she does it?
 
With a brush she can warble
can charm and adorn things,
she can bring bewitching colours suddenly
to the early breaking day.
 
             l’Envoi
My darling is an artist,
sometimes she muddles my whole life,
when her lips are sugary sweet
and she tells me the plain truth plainly.