When I saw you

The picturesque landscapes I drew when I was young

Seemed a fragment of my imagination

For the longest period of time.

With little hands I filled the sheets with color

With strokes of white and blue on the canvas

I painted it and yearned to get into the picture

To touch the snow that I painted white.

With hopes pinned and dreams in my eyes

I finally see you..so magnificent and ethereal

As if the gods have carved each bend on you.

Words seem short of letting you know how beautiful you are

But I know one thing that you are more alluring

Than what I drew you.


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