thoughts

 

I often watch her from a distance....
Soft brown skin....earth tones...
A smile so priceless.....
When I hold her hand I take a journey...
like the paths on the palm... my feelings cross
And with the stroke of my loves brush
I caress the paper with this art work I call love...
Can't deny the fact that she is what I need...
and if it wasnt for her I wouldnt be what you see...
Therefore, I am greatful that we...came to be....