For my poetry spoke above
you i did not mean for that
to be as i love what is thee.
It is present in your poems
and in your paintings for all
to see the beauty that is
your soul inside of thee.
I did but dream one night
that my poetry was on your
canvas waiting to be painted
by me as i am led to by thee.
The words have not come for
the pictures are not displayed
for anyone to see what is their
M A J E S T Y.
For they will guide my hands
as i see the beauty that lay
before me/