The Painting

I wanted to show you something, but you ran too fast from me.
I saw you again the next day and went up to you.
"Why did you run from me yesterday?" I asked.
"I saw someone.. I think it was her, I just had to see her!"
I stared at you until you looked away.
"What is it that you want?"
Oh how I wanted to say 'you', but I got the picture from behind me.
"It's for you.. I drew it myself." I said to him.
"The colors of the sky.. and ocean."
As you said that, I put my hand over your eyes.
A moment later, we were there.
"Is this what you wanted? The sky, the ocean? She's over there to let you know."
You now stare at me, like I had this all planned out.
I can read your mind and told you no.
"She may be over there, but you're right here."
We kiss in the ocean, as the sky turned into night.
"I never thanked you, for the painting." you say, as we walked along the ocean.
I could only smile, and that momemt think to myself, 'If you only knew what I had to do, for that painting..'

7/9/2004

Forever Yours
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