An Artist if I were, a Portrait of you I will make
Mixing colours like Native Indians
Making no mistake
Painting it perfect, my time I will take
Like a story yet untold
Strips of faint sketches mild but bold
From the horizon silhouette of birds, blue Oceans
Making you smile
Giving you emotions
Painting your hair brunette, like a Shiny water fall
Your eyes your lips, I will always want you all.
But remember an Artist was never I and you were never mine
But I will always love you as time goes by
A quiver is a place I don’t belong, knowing not my tomorrow
But today I’m still a BROKEN ARROW.
