he painted my empty canvas , beautifully
feelings began to fill every corner of what I called my life
I'd imagined this .. love ..
imagination could have even compared to this drug
addictive like a thug ..
the beauty of his love
such a complex art , he masters it
expressed multiple ways but I only understood him
my canvas was empty ,
heart on ice
until the art of love made me the center of his eye
what a night
©shzavia
S