Dear lover,
My fingers are tingling at the thought of writing about you.
I'll see you in my ink as my pen create your masterpiece.
I'll paint a picture of you with my paint brush of love.
I will sketch the outline of my Mona Lisa so perfect that the rain clouds would smile
Splashing and coloring
And Tattooing my way in your heart
I'll see you in my ink as my pen create your masterpiece.
I'll paint a picture of you with my paint brush of love.
I will sketch the outline of my Mona Lisa so perfect that the rain clouds would smile
Splashing and coloring
And Tattooing my way in your heart
My love note for you
Until my pen meets your paper
Again
I adore you.
Yours Only
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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