Writer:
Words, poems, stories,
these things I call my theories.
You’ve helped me look more clearly,
to a world oh-so-lovely.
I grabbed a thought,
and now we’re caught,
The stroking of your brush,
the starting of my blush.
My ideas become your masterpiece,
your colors become powerful breeze.
We share different minds,
and it seems like one of a kind.
Gladly, I will be,
a lover for you to see,
That can write a poem you paint,
so people will see and faint.
Painter:
Colors, paintings, arts,
these things that belong in my heart.
was all that I have,
was all that I treasure.
The day you came,
the words I said were so lame.
But you changed it all,
the day you answered my call.
At first I didn’t have a clue,
that you’ll turn my world not-so-blue.
All I have I’ll share,
for you to know how much I care.
I am truly blessed,
because my life once meaningless,
was occupied by someone,
that leaves me breathless.
