Portrat Poem by Howard Johnson

I am whispering in your ear
But Is it to quite,
You cannot hear.
When you feel love
Do you think of me
When I am not here
The memories, Ah so sweet
Held inside of me

Everyday I display
A portrat of you
Bleneded, words thoughts and images

Some may say
'It seems strange'

Words that are never spoken
Sparks an awaking in me
A sentiment of a ripening friendship.
And I carry all of these weighing feelings
With a sence of filling pride.

The hues your life
Color my colorless
Countenance.