Mind's Eye

I paint a perfect picture,
an image in my mind,
Of a jungle with wild flowers,
who's paid the wrath of time.

You are truly an image,
a picture perfect soul,
I love you very much,
my heart is in a hole.

I sit and think for hours,
on subjects in my head,
I would like to see your face,
before I go to bed.

Copyright April 30, 1986

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