They know where I am!
I understand your devotion
no need to make a commotion,
can I help that you drew yourself
into a colorful object of affection in itself?
I watched everyday as with your crayons you drew
all the colors flowing together to make a beautiful hue.
A personality of colors bursting into a rainbow around me,
I thought I found the pot of flowing gold I always thought to be.
Instead your crayons were drawing for another lady I couldn't be,
as my tears weep sadness in colors of the rainbow I shall want no more
for I tried to pleasantly knock upon your invisible no longer able to access door.
Martie, Thank you for reading and enjoying, we do all in fun.
[This message has been edited by Nurse Crachet (edited 03-02-2000).]