close your eyes, mi amore
tend to the images in the mind
stroke them slow and
recreate that fresh-born mural
what you have to say
is valuable,
valuable but priceless,
humming the tune of daylight
your visions mean the world
you see like no other
bathe in literary architecture
cross lines that turn heads
darling, my sweet darling
sworn by velvet
you possess an artistic touch
of lilacs and kisses
use all that you know
to walk me through your story
charge a wondrous picture
and share what beauty really looks like
