You wanted me to write about you and I can write a thousand things and my pen won't stop. You know what I feel about you............and still you know but naught.

I tried to write about you
and a sea of emotions
flooded me.
A wave taking me elsewhere,
You know, in another world,
away from the shore.
I saw a rainbow
and I saw some clouds,
but mostly it was the Sun.
And when I saw inside
I found everything in the dazzling blue,
a brilliant hue,
and a great contrast to the world I had come from.
You know,
You filled colours into
what was a grey potrait of a man.
And now I can feel the radiance
beaming out of the picture.
I would have said you are a great artist,
a maestero,
but no, you are not
just limited to that;
a magician
would be more like it.
Yes, had I wanted to commit
blasphemy,
I would have compared you to my God.
This is you for me, my dear,

this is you for all you are.