Painting byLord Fredrick LeightonHow he understands my soul
he could write of me a song
he could sing of me, a ballad
pen verse to linger on...
In the quiet of his kiss
with a fiercely knowing gaze
he could write of me a book
and could read of me for days.
How he captivates my mind
I could paint of him some art
I could hang it on a wall,
where I'd sleep beneath his heart.
A tremendous flowing tide
rush forth the rivers flow
in a sweet unspoken rhyme
he is the artist of my soul.
-kyuuri
