You paint a pretty picture
on the easel of my mind
of two people sharing lives
 together bound and intertwined.
You paint us by the seashore
in silence with the sea
or in God's majestic mountains
with a wood cabin in the lea.
Even visions so grandeur
creates an inner fear
of losing my time in solitude
yet allowing you to be near.
You paint a beautiful dream
with ideas that you attest.
Would you grant freedom to be me
as my one and simple request?
For the qualities endearing me
to the vessels of your heart
would fade somewhere in time
if I lost my counterpart.
Poem by Carol Barton
Copyright 2003 by Carol Barton
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