My blood, flowing crimson red with words,
Sentences, in the form of flying birds.
An ocean of my thoughts, and dreams.
Bright and shinning it brilliantly gleams.

My love, a tree, constantly growing.
More like a stream, forever flowing.
Imbedded deep into the earth,
A great richness of intense worth.

My heart, soaring, above the trees.
Over mountains, and vast seas.
Across the earth, all for you,
I bring orange sun sets, and skies of blue.

To paint a picture, oh so fair,
Capturing beauty, is like capturing air.
Her face, imprinted in my mind,
A type of beauty, hard to find.