A Lover’s Impression

Beauty is in the eyes of the seeker

Beauty dwells within like the setting sun

Love has no eyes, eyes for the beholder

From the blossom of an art love is born

Of what I see is no material

I reach out to what seems intangible

I see the unseen through pictorial

A scene from a love metaphor, subtle

My epitome to show what inside is

An abstract drawing is my epithet

I pray for this hour on my sore knees

Beauty and love depict in a sunset