General Poetry posted August 8, 2022


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Sadly, too often love can only be captured on canvas.

Love, In the Cloak of a Saint

by GeraldShuler

Maria, her face was an angel's, her body devine,
Her lips were the color of rich vintaged wine.
Love's precious memories that flooded my soul
left me no option, it settled my goal.
'Twas Maria my heart desired to paint
and call it just "Love, In the Cloak of a Saint".
So I painted the picture that let memories unfold
Each pull of the brush released moments of old.

I remembered the oak with that quaint little swing
and it made me remember how she used to sing...
like a meadowlark always sings in the spring.
Like a meadowlark, free and happy was she
and her radiance shined for the whole world to see.
But her beauty is now confined to the paint
I chose to call "Love, In the Cloak of a Saint."
The painting is finished. the world now has seen
the treasure I painted from sweet memories gleaned.
It's perfect, they tell me, no blemish appears,
though the painting is stained with my heartbroken tears.

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