Painting

I'm drawing a circle, Which is concentrically diminishing, With each gliding of the pencil on the paper, Until it becomes a spiral. I'm drawing the line of your oval eyes, Which is concentrically diminishing, With each winking of yours, Until it becomes only the memory of your sight. I'm drawing the line of your elliptical lips, This beauty of your lips, Which is dwindling concentrically With each whisper Until it becomes only the memory of your word. I'm drawing your great feelings, As a noble heart, Which is eccentrically enlarging, Until I can touch you To become one soul. Poem by Marieta Maglas