White Stringy Hearts on a red and Black Background
She lilts into my arms
My Jill and I
We Fly
We sigh
We live together
On a natural high
Larry and Pam and Sam I am
Sonny and Drew two plus two
In a stucco fortress
A life without stress
She is my song
All day long
My love for her grows
It often shows
I smile when i think of her each day
I hate to be away
The painting
Red and Black background such rich hues
Torrential swirls of red and black
Little white stringy wisps in the shape of hearts
Dance across the center in a whirlwind
They dance in the painting as the sunset dies
For her my heart is always, always alive
Will you ever see
This art piece that makes me dream of thee?
My dearest i named the painting Mylani.
Never has she been to the shop where I sat
Thinking of her while i stared up at
The painting I named after her.
White stringy hearts on red and black art
Reminds me of the girl who holds my heart
She's never seen it never been to where i sat and sat
Thinking of her while I stared at the painting i named
Mylani
Beau Golden
2002
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