GraceA Poem by MenaWhen I am with her,
I become a painter, and she is my canvas When I am with her,
And when I close my eyes, she is there, smiling at me; saying everything through her eyes, When I am with her, my light shines and my colors shimmer. © 2012 MenaReviews
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