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Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand, write the way into his heart

But in this world of infinite choices

What will it take just to find that special day

What will it take just to find that special day

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today

When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway

When I can't even read my own feelings

What good are words when a smile says it all

And if this world won't write me an ending

What will it take just for me to have it all

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me

Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

How can I write love into reality?

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat

What do you call love in your reality

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you

I'll leave you be

well seeing i am an artist and i actually did a self portrait; i will describe how i painted it.   i used acrylic on a stretch canvas about 4 feet wide by 6 feet tall. i painted myself smiling in a soft pink long dress, white tile floor sitting on a white couch with a table behind and a vase of gorgeous flowers.   i also had a round white hat with a soft pink ribbon through it laying on the floor and on the table behind me was a lit candle. i kept it simple but soft and romantic.