so i wanted
her opinion on my artwork
with its colours draining,worked so hard,and true fatigue
evident against the paper.she turned to me and spread this smile,one
i had never seen from her before (it hurts-being around her)
"its beautiful",she whispered,i held her in my eyes,(and so are you...)
she looked once more and walked away,her black curls wilting before the sunshine,her words caressing my mind.
"i love you" but she never heard.