Describe me in words,
Like painting my picture,
Your pen is the brush,
Your words have no stricture.
Open your mind,
And Look at me whole,
What is it you feel,
While seeing my soul,
Pick up your pen,
I'm dying to see,
The art you create
When thinking of me.
Say what you want,
And mean what you say,
Words are your colors,
How will you portray.
Will it be love
your canvas displays.
Or burning desire.
That you will convey.


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