If and maybe, by some slight chance I could paint pictures in words, I'd keep between the borders and present to you, a 'Mona Lisa'.
In words drenched with colour as they've been soaked in a bucket of emotions, dripping, spilling, I'm trying to give you all till the last drop. Hanging them up line after line, letting them dry, crisp to the last taste.Calligraphy as my weapon...fighting for your heart.In sentences, punctuated to pave out the meaning, making my intentions clear.Write of your beauty, unlike none, I've seen, thought about or even thought existed. I'd write of strange occurrences and coincidences, those 'once in a lifetime' scenes...and me living them.With you.If it gets through to you, I'd write you another love letter, promising you loves better, treating you way better, if you could meet me for a walk later?I'd recite what I write, to the audience of your presence.If I.