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