I painted your picture with my brush of life
My vision was your canvas
My fortitude was your paint
Each color, a new invention
I started off scribbling
Dabbling here & there
I didn’t know the direction of the brush
I continued to paint, until new ideas began to form
You had some “peepers” here & there
Intrigue must have led them
And of course, some tried to emulate you
Erase you from existence; I’m ashamed to say I was one
I ran out of paint & my colors were low
I panicked, my art was incomplete
As an artist I felt, incompetent,
Baffled at my inconsistency
I created something so beautiful, majestic,
A picture from my own dream
Realizing your worth, my paint became renewed
New colors I began to form
Needing not the approval of the “peepers”
But of myself, your artist
I kiss the day I created you
I rejoice in its significance
My beautiful painting, you complete me.
By: Elly J.
http://www.whatsupellyj.blogspot.com/