by; John ' Speedy ' Hartman
to write a poem
just for you
is the easiest thing
that I do
I just close my eyes
and think of you
then my heart tells
my hands what to do
my fingers hold
the pen so lightly
then write the words
that my heart hold tightly
all the while
your image is there
to open my eyes
I do not dare
my mind can see
your face so clear
secretly wishing
that you were here
the words themselves
pour out like wine
which is easy to do
since our hearts entwined
when I look at you,
my eyes paint the picture
but my heart does the seeing
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