The Portrait

I began my quest,

Of a long-awaited dream,

To sketch a portrait of my beloved, of my soul,

By the rocky side of the seashore,

I stood with a brush and a canvas,

I started sketching a portrait,

Of my beloved soul.

I gathered courage from the mother of riches,

Garments in shades of blue and white.

My hands gently moved,

Through the divine contours of my queen,

I added vivid colors to my eternal beauty,

With a smile curved on my lips.

As a final touch to my portrait,

I planted a burning kiss on her lips.

The sudden roar of the waves,

Shook me from head to toe.

The waves, like in distress,

Erased my portrait with no trace.

I looked back,

To a fresh grave,

On its epitaph,

A few lines were written,

" A portrait of me"

As a token of our love.