Last portrait

Last portrait 

As I paint my final portrait, a masterpiece of love,

I'll capture the eyes that waited, sent from above,

Eyes that beheld the endless wait, the longing and the pain,

Yet in their depths, our love will forever remain.

The touch that set our souls on fire, the flames that never cease,

A love that burns, a love that brings us to our knees.

In this portrait, our love will shine, a beacon in the night,

A masterpiece of emotions, born of heart and light,

With every brushstroke, our love will unfold,

Like raindrops on the canvas, our love story to be told.

I'll paint the rain that fell that day, the day we danced and played,

The rain that soaked our skin, but couldn't wash away,

The memories of our love, forever etched in time,

A bittersweet reminder of our love's sublime.

Today, as we gaze upon this portrait, colors still linger on my skin,

Our eyes, brimming with tears, as the portrait whispers secrets within,

Our love, a work of art, a masterpiece of the heart,

Forever and always, our love will never depart.

–Goldi mishra