Missing It
He is a master painter
His brush gives her magnificent colors
Gleaming golden hair, shining on a lovely sunny day
Beautiful sparkling eyes bluer than a serene mountain lake
Blush on her cheeks like a newly ripened peach
Lush lipe like a full blown rose, waiting to be kissed
Skin as clear and white as the ice on a mountain top
A throbbing heart bursting with love waiting to be claimed
Sadly his palette lacks in the warmth needed to bring her to life
He sees the beauty on the outside but misses the depth of emotions inside of her
waiting for his brush to bring her to life
She is a woman who has hoped that he had the ability to make her the passionate
soul that she knows is inside of her magnificent shell
So she waits for the man who will find the passion inside of her and one who finally
learns what she has to give
Some one who will make her the truly wonderful woman she is waiting to be
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