So I was cleaning my house and found an old poem written for me and thought I'd share it. I also am going to take the poem and with a calligraphy pen write it down on antiqued resume paper. Then frame it in an old wood frame. It will give it that antiqued look you can do this with any poem or letter if you want it makes it look very nice.
Forgotten Art
Love her face upon the canvas,
take the tears within her guise,
hear her modeled gentle aching,
through your brittle mortal eyes.
Awe on gentle brushstrokes given,
know the take of which it speaks,
let your heart be falsely melted,
when the painter's color peaks.
And such a perfect weakness lies,
a simple human err to be,
to glance at forests so divine,
yet only see a single tree.
Look for once behind the letters,
tears are seeped withing this page,
dig beneath arduous wording,
Till you breathe her solemn rage.
Every Poet knows the tragic,
words unfelt, like brushes dry,
never chance to pain the canvassed,
empty portrait hung up high.
By. C.R.H for N.D.E.S
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