This page has been left blank
for so long
bearing no verse or rhythm or rhyme
My portrait has stood unfinished
upon it's easel, amongst the shadows
the fading water colours, dull and lifeless
no longer dancing across the canvas
and then there was you
painting me in vibrant reds
leaving my whole being feeling as if
it is a butterfly released from a box
wrapped in brown paper and string
Awakening parts of my soul
i never knew existed
and then there was you
peering into my eyes
capturing something
so fresh and so new
leaving me breathless
wanting you
to entangle myself in your limbs
to run my fingers through your hair
and down your spine
and then there was you!.