ARTIST
My loved one is an artist
His spirit now runs free
And though he paints in Paradise
He's ever here by me
And I can see the pictures
Of mountains, lakes and trees
The brushstrokes of a loving life
They come as memories
And I can feel the colours
So vivid still, so clear
And I can touch the passion
Of one we loved so dear
For he is still beside me
As on our wedding day
Painting dreams in Paradise
And just a thought away.
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Written about an artistic friend of mine who passed away far too early.
Copyright © Louis Spence | Year Posted 2010
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