"Click" Goes the shutter as he captures my soul,
Opening my eyes, to the world as a whole.
The picture speak to me with a softened Timber,
“The world is glorious, now surely you remember.”
“Click” Once more, Pull the wool from my eyes.
Pictures that capture such a lovely surprise.
The beauty, the color, all hail our sweet mother,
Nature once more showing all of her grace.
The artist inspires all my love and desires,
Like the masterpiece he hangs, He is always out of range,
As guarded as his treasures, no chances for forever,
Alone I shall stand, the ever loving fan.
Always stretching, never reaching,
For the love who still is teaching,
Oh sweet stranger who has seen just who I am.
“ping” Sounds the keys as the song fills my heart,
Suddenly mending what was torn apart,
The melody weaving each note deeply sinking
As softly he plays the sweet song from my core.
“Ping” as the melody resounds once more,
Lulling, softly sweeping, slowly stopping all my weeping
The sweet muse’s reminder life has more in store.
This artist inspires all my love and desires,
Like the masterpiece he played, I wish he could have stayed,
As guarded as his treasures, no chances for forever,
Alone I still stand, the ever loving fan.
Always stretching, never reaching,
For the love who still is teaching,
Oh sweet stranger who has seen just who I am.
By: Foxy Wife 9/5/10