Sharpened pencils, colored pens, sketching all that I have seen,
Trying to make sense of the scene, I sketch the place, I sketch your face.
The expression you had, the lines, the look, the secret thoughts written in a book.
The tender words you have expressed, scent of toothpaste and smell of Zest.
The beauty of the love you bring, the light outside, the feel of spring.
The way you make my heart sing, the joy you bring, the promise of tomorrow,
takes away all my sorrow.