Thy Painting Glues My Heart

I fill my sense of void with guitar.

She frowns at my fibs and seals my lips in shy.

I nail my feelings of love in words.

I cry aloud;but none fails to sail across the ocean of joy.

She heaps praise over my breathless passion for miniature paintings.

I am not Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci to create Mona Lisa;

Hey!Sculpting  my Mona Lisa to speak with love in silence,

I wake up to dream again for a Virgin of Rocks.

Swelling with thy pride of chastity, I smile at my poetic licence.

I am a man of melting passions and winking limits of the Divine Order.

I am billing my thoughts to numb my chaotic freeze.

She mixes her smile with love and pulls me up all of a sudden.

I am yet to see a wooden dummy in the mirth of love.

She flicks her nails to click a moment of   this crazy painter.

I paint in words without any canvass.

Minting my thoughts into words becomes my breath.

I am willing to swim across thy ocean of love.

Can she be my Saviour? Miracles happen in our deep faith.