You are in my picture
The painting of my world.
I see the other paintings
and the beautiful colours
Some are too lovely
So I have to look away
As I must stay in my lines.
I didn’t realise I let you draw me so neatly,
brush so clearly my life with your hand.
I did not see your hand move mine
So i could not paint my life as I saw it.
I was blinded by the piece of art
We had created of our love.
Then I remember when I first saw your colours so bright
And I realise the image I saw was in the eye of my beholding,
And you were so lovely I couldn’t look away
From this perfect picture painted by me.
We were too busy drwaing each other,
We forgot to paint ourselves.