The organic heart always finds a way...
To keep the peace for everyday...
In my mindseye, so clear,
The Image of you,
but for my hand, it seems...
to hard to pursue.
I must have drawn your face a hundred times...
An inspiration to me,
But hard to define.
For all the things I seem to miss,
If I capture your heart,
The ESSENCE exists.
Posted at 08:58 pm by
jumper08