Love Letters in Paint.

I want to swim in the ocean of your eyes,

know your warmth in the winter’s chill.

I want to burn in the fire of your hair,

an offering made humbly at your feet.

The nights are long,

a vast outstretching sea.

Spring awaits on distant shores.

Soon the cold will give you wings,

and carry you far away like a blossom

taken by the April wind.

With you goes the Summer’s heat,

the night bird’s song,

the firefly’s glow.

But I’ll always find you in my dreams,

and recite your verse

Rough

and

Raw

upon the thirsty canvas.

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