"I Can’t Draw"

I can’t draw, so I’ll paint your face with autumn leaves and your eyes with a summer sky, and hold this memory of you in my mind ‘s eye.

I can’t draw, so I’ll paint your thoughtfulness with spring and your hands with April showers, holding a bunch of perfection in budding flowers.

I can’t draw, so I’ll paint your voice with winter’s glow and your weariness with a December sun, aching for a loving day to dawn and spring to come.

No, I can’t draw, so I’ll paint your shyness with morning dew and your reflectiveness with a sigh, and hold this memory of you in my mind’s eye.