A Picture

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. 


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