THE SWEETEST COLORS

Sometimes I feel
I am born rich,
Yet often, I am born poor.
But still, I weep—
For I am rich,
For I possess words.
I tell all
What the heart knows:
The world is lovely,
And in brief verses,
I capture its warmth,
Like the sun, like dear lovers.
And even in loss,
We know love endures,
And we endure.

Oh, how wondrous life is!
I lay down love in words,
But better still, in paint,
On canvas stretched wide.
For I express love in colors
That no words could ever hold,
While you’re here in this world.

:: 08.14.2024 ::