spoken soul.

if i could paint your soul,
i'd draw a crescent moon gliding in the sky.
i'd emphasize the city lights that linger throughout the night.
i'd paint an eye at the end of the tunnel light..
symbolizing the eye that looks into your soul.

and if i could paint your mind,
i'd create a maze,
in a daze..
as i try to understand your mindstate.
turning every corner only to meet a dead end,
intrigued even more as i retrace my steps,
pacing myself to find an escape.
but none exist because your mind is a place of discovery.

and baby, if i could paint your body,
i'd search for a perfect canvas,
b/c you, to me, is as perfect as can be.
your arms strong as i run to them,
seeking refuge in them, away from sin.
your face - that of an angel,
sent to me by God personally.
your smile a ray of sunshine after a morning rain,
lighting up the sky in my life.

if i could paint true love,
i'd paint a portrait of one person.
you & me together.
as one body, mind, and soul.


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i'm not who i used to be. and it doesn't bother me at all.