Artist

You took a paintbrush and colored it black I poured the salt so the sky shimmered Not quite winter, but I fell in the fall Tracing rice paper, the lines on my skin An artist alone with his pen A routine procedure with surgeon's precision And there goes my heart with his last incision But still I do I love you I carefully craft each word written down on the diary page So why is it when you're standing beside me Can I not bring myself to say? How it feels when you sigh Pawing my hair in the gleam of the moonlight Morning sun neglected from sight A cold park bench on a Tuesday night When you called and held back a cry I should have told you a thousand times I love you I wrote each word to tell you I do love you I hope you feel it too I do love you