4 July 2012
It's not that complicated really But I'm not sure where I'd start
There'd be tortured brush strokes To reflect my hidden fears Several roads and rivers To reflect my experience in years
There'd be beaches white For us to make love in the sun There's be mountains and downs For us to climb, and run
I'd paint a million stars For each one of your kisses There'd be glorious lakes Filled with magical fishes
A caress of the brush Will show that I care A play on light Will lead you to my lair
The harmony of symmetry Reflects my balance A guide painted for you my dear Using my talents
A canvas to help you Find your way A map leading to Where I want you to stay
Map To My Heart • Opuss № I