There are a million things that can make me sing, like my beautiful words and the smiles they bring. Oh the portrait I paint is so typically, intense, inviting, and yet so serene. The canvas I’m given is often so lush and the beauty I see inspires the brush. Fingertips laced with deep thought and ink, flow on the pages like rivers of think. You may cast in a coin to this river of muse, and I promise your wish will not be refused. Unlike the well whose track record fails, I assure you that, your wish will prevail. If you travel down stream you will cross a divide, a separation of sorts that leads to the eyes. Each one glowing in its own star struck way, each one more beautiful than sunrise Christmas day. All of these features lead me back to my wish, I toss in my coin and hear it go splish! I ask to be changed to a shiny new mirror, let me explain so the reasons are clearer. A mirror may hold what my hands may not, your beautiful face hiding your beautiful thoughts. Your lips are the door and my whisper the key, I love these soft motions like ships on the sea. Your fingertips become my guiding light, that show me the way through this gentle night. Under cover of sheets I hold you so safe, we belong to each other and this is our place. The stars they do smile and the moon it does sing, your eyes they do glisten like a new wedding ring. A symbol, a token, of my undying love. Your heart is so beautiful, like the coo of a dove. Ill hold you and kiss you while knowing one thing, there are a million things about you, that can make me sing.
