Can the eyes do the talking?
Well, some eyes do
Can the mere brush of the little finger
Caress you with the eternal warmath?
Well, it so happens

I paint my heart
With vibrant fresh colours
I paint thou too
With the same

So colourful and vivid
Colours of the tender youth
Hubby dear,
Where is my "lover"?


Photo credit; Gabby Orcutt