She Paints a
Picture
She paints a picture
when she walks in a room
and everything else
fades to the background,
drawn to the centre by her shining light
A perfect creation on Saturday night
She paints a picture when she whispers my
name
My mind envisions a Queen and her King
I know what happened, the picture's not real
But my way to feel, the same luck I feel
And her favourite past time
is making my life time
A dream to behold
And I'll keep my promise,
I'll stand by my artist
As each of her works she unfolds
