A Painted Picture |
There is a picture painted there, of sand and waves and a love affair. In my mind is where it is. I mix my hopes and dreams with his. The breeze sails in and touches our skin. I swear, we think we hear violins. It's a picture perfect dream within, thinking of him just gives me goose skin. When is the picture gonna show his face? Oh make it now, I love this magical place. Hurry up baby, I'm waiting for you. Us falling in love is long overdue! Written by: S. Matheson 3/30/2004 |
