Your Brush Is It Or My Pen

. Your Brush is it or my pen Painting a picture in words Searching your smile in faces Hidden in the crowd of people Like diamond in coal mine Like the gem among rocks Only to be found by hearts That seeks the inner beauty That holds in your persona Some grace, some charms Enlighten worlds with smiles That gives hearts some joy That is rarely feel in others Silently observing you in you Silently adoring you in you Its not that i like many yours Just that i have few like you Something to share that trust Few words, few thoughts In magic of your artistic hands Or in my spell bonding poetry Your Brush is it or my pen