Poem
Poem
There are so many pictures left to paint,
So many words left to be written...
The enigma of words,
A tapestry of love...
There's so much left to be read,
The histories of a thousand pasts...
The star crossed lovers,
There's so much left to be known...
And yet today,
I'll hold your hand...
When I celebrate this mystery of mine...
The mystery of words,
A tapestry called a poem.