Carve your name on my heart
I’ll be your finest work of art
A willing canvas for your muse
What subject will you choose
A shot of love where roses bloom
Or a cold, dark, empty tomb
Paint me, sculpt me, put me on display
I’ll be your canvas, your ball of clay
Whichever scene you wish to create
Let me be the one from which it’s made
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Good poem. 😀 A little bit dark if I can notice. I like the rhyme.
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Thank you. Yes, it was intended to be a little dark 🙂
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Loved reading it. Such a beautiful flow of words.
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful poem! “Whichever scene you wish to create/Let me be the one from which it’s made”
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Thank you so much 🙂
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