I weave you into my poetry.
Your thoughts entwine with mine
Creating a tapestry of old ideas
Presented in the freshness of new love.
You are there in the lines
Even when you cannot see it.
You are the fire that may dance
Or ebb away to embers in my mind's eye.
You remain in my art
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art