The Happy Lovers - Gustave Courbet (1844)
In shadows, where whispers dare to tread,
Your name, a melody, dances in my head.
A heart once guarded, now softly laid bare,
In this delicate bond, I find you are rare.
Your laughter, like sunlight, ignites the cold night,
A beautiful enigma, fierce and bright.
In depths of my soul, a longing does swell,
To unravel your heart, a story to tell.
Though words may be easy, emotions run deep,
In the silence between us, my secrets I keep.
For in dreams, I possess you, each moment, each glance,
A love that transcends, a haunting romance.
You are both my desire and my sweet refrain,
In the tapestry woven, you're joy and pain.
So here in this poem, my heart I bestow,
Embraced in your shadows, where love dares to grow. 
Bouquet with Flying Lovers - Marc Chagall (c. 1947)
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Poem: © Geremy D. Villabroza
Artwork: © Marc Chagall