I picture my thoughts, as if inside a gallery of my personal art of love inside my soul. As I stand before a most valued portrait, I then take a few steps back turning my head to the side to gain perspective and view it from every angle. I still get lost in the beauty of its reality and the wave of emotions tethered to it. My fingertips feel the textures, my heart hums to its symphony of colors, and my soul is bound to its elements, as much as it is to the canvas of him...us, fresh in my mind. My eyes fill, my heart does too, and my soul sings, as my hand gently touches the initials on the bottom left corner once more...until I visit again.
