Member Poem

I been able to call her glory.
That was my private story.
It makes me feel proud.
Bad feelings away - no doubt.

I used that color blue.
It was my sign for true.
Then I put on her lips color red.
Then I left tiara on her head.

That was my private story.
Story wich i called glory.
The painting wich brings me light.
Now I left it on your side.