New Heights

New Heights

Like a canvas, I see you as a work of art,

Created and placed before me your life, love, and heart,

Just the way you move each curve a fine line,

Silently I stand and watch you for a sign.

I gaze upon a face so divine,

Wake me for I shall dream your mine,

How could this be?

That you an angel, would want a poor soul like me?

Your sweet voice to my ears it fell,

I listen to the words you have to tell,

You talk about your dreams and your desire,

About pages that are blank with no fire.

Together we create our own painting of art between me and you,

With new pages and new feelings we will go through,

As days shall turn to nights,

With each other we can reach for new heights….

7/18/2001