Portrait

Your portrait I draw, starting with silhouette.
Your forehead, your nose and your lips.
Your eyebrows, sleek as seen never before,
I touch up with my fingertips.

When I reach your smile
I dream for a while
In light of its radiant beam.

Afraid of awaking,
I dare not breaking
This feeling, this succulent dream.

Your portrait I draw in my silent desire
To finish my work before dawn.
But if I will fail, new day will unveil
New night for new dream to be born.


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