Painting For Me Poem by Alexia Miles

Here I am sitting here and my mind is of you,
Painting me a beautiful picture of colours I love
There is something about you that intoxicates me,
The thought of Tuscany will come close and near,
Yet I have yet to meet you and touch lips, your skin.
I feel you’re close then you think and so it’s so clear
Talking to you I feel in my heart we will fit like a glove.
Talking to you I know I have to let go and let you in.
So hear my heart, touch my soul and let it grow into love.