I'm drawing a circle, <br />Which is concentrically diminishing, <br />With each gliding of the pencil on the paper, <br />Until it becomes a spiral. <br /> <br />I'm drawing the line of your oval eyes, <br />Which is concentrically diminishing, <br />With each winking of yours, <br />Until it becomes only the memory of your sight. <br /> <br />I'm drawing the line of your elliptical lips, <br />This beauty of your lips, <br />Which is dwindling concentrically <br />With each whisper <br />Until it becomes only the memory of your word. <br /> <br />I'm drawing your great feeling, <br />As a noble heart, <br />Which is eccentrically enlarging, <br />Until I can touch you <br />To become one soul.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painting-15/
