Every Picture I draw
Is actually something I really saw.
But sometimes I picture things my own way.
And it’s not true because night never stay
Like drawing a dark pass without moon
Or drawing an old violent as I can’t picture a tone
It all depends on my mood
It all comes out happy, angry or rude
But here comes this little cute girl
And all my paints she will repair
With joyful colors she recolor my paints
While I stand silently putting no constrains
With joy she fulfill my whole life
My lover, Soul mate & Wife
P.S.
Thanks for completing me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem