The other day I tried to paint a beautiful picture, but I painted it all alone.
I pictured a scene with you and me holding hands standing under a tree.
Yet, when my brush moved the only things to see were those dreams I held within me.
Frustrated and Bitter I tried to move it some more.
So much that the image of me began to look a little sore.
An idea came to me that perhaps if there was a door.
My love might be seen once more!
But, my sad face stood on the canvas next to an empty door.
Her dreams were hers and only she could let them unfold.
So, late that night while she was sleeping I listened to see if I could find those things I was missing.
A beautiful face lay beside me with smooth lips and grace but dreams of me were never told.
The next day I returned to finish my painting, but alone was all I could draw.
