I give to you the very soul
of my ink and the lifeblood
of my page.
Recto, verso…this blank canvas
is ours. Let us spill raw beauty upon the
cascading new horizons that befall us.
Our canvas splashed
with a riot of color.
We have a love to weather the hours.
A deepening beautiful,
sit with me close ,
make love with our pens.
A lifetime of mornings to start it again,
Spring seemed the day when love came to play.