To the lady so dear to me
Yet so far away...

The now docile hillside is speckled with remnants
Of weathered skin tones of diluted mixtures...

I came to you one rainy day morning
With intentions on cheering you up...

I guess you can say I'm drawn to your same...
Cause your long slendering curves arouse my every...

Beauty are those brushstrokes
That beholds the holder's eye...

I know I'm not the most talkative
Poet on this site...

There's not much difference
From sprouting trees or flowering buds...

Happiness is a possession
Our joyiful ways...

If I could bring you back
With words of compressed air...

Is it the Sun that winds the clock
Or the clock that moves the Sun...

Those pains that's imprisoned
In our heart of hearts...

The footprints of yesterday
Have wondered into today...