Brushstrokes Of Love by Hope
Be gentle with each brushstroke
Don’t let’s ever run out of paint
We can share scenes and palette
Share colours and settings quaint

Each one of us pick up a brush
With each other's masterful stroke
Let our imaginations run and flow
Of the places we each have spoke

Dip your brush in greens and blues
Lets see the canvas getting wet
I can almost sense the flowing
Of the scenes I won’t forget

Each creating the scenes together
No place is ever the same
Suns glowing orange , moons of silver
Each picture we then can frame

Anywhere we set up the easels
'Neath mountains or by streams
Paint of what we see and love
Or paint imaginations of our dreams

As we both grasp each new day
With each brushstroke that we wet
We see our thoughts taking shape
Shared and created by a loving duet.
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A true loving duet can be creative in words and by sharing loving views, a stroke by a brush or a hand two loving people will always understand.


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bubble loved it - Angie
bubble This is a beautiful poem. It really describes life. I can hear so much togetherness in it. In fact, I am printing it and putting it in a frame to hang in my home - Helen
bubble I enjoyed it very much and sent it to my fiance, keep writing! I have written some too, but not published any, enjoy writing for my fiance mostly and he writes some for me. - Sue
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