(Portrait By Vincent Van Gogh, “Almond Blossoms”)
I’ll become a mere figment of your imagination, a dream’s perfect end,
a quick oversighted blur,
A deep kisses caution, thrown hapless in the wind.
That hidden road lost on your map, again, but found as a default detour, contoured of another’s grin.
To match a love so timeless,
you must know it’s true worth,
Otherwise having no idea, toying around with priceless Art..classical..a treasured work.
Too late in asking Vincent Van Gogh, Monet, Rembrandt or Picasso,
for they drew conclusion long ago, and too date her heart’s worth is priceless, still typically unknown.
Thinker on the Loose
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