The Sketch...

The canvas was blank 

And my thoughts sank

Into the only picture in my mind

The face, one of a kind.

I pictured his face 

And began to trace  

Those black eyes intense

Showing love immense.

I recalled the scene

Actioned when i was eighteen

When those three words escaped

From his lips well shaped.

Ah! those lips...

When it moves, my heart it rips.

Yes, I’ll draw them,

As they are as precious as a gem

I’ll draw them in such a pose

So that to mine they are close

I’ll use kohl so fine

To draw him close and make him mine.

When I finished,

I stood back and relished,

The sketch of me and him,

Together in light so dim.

Then I felt his hand

On my shoulder and time slipped like sand….

And then I knew,

The sketch had come true

When we stood in the same pose

Close…….so very close……