watercolor love
I can't help but see you evverywhere I go. The field in which you first gave me your breath. Surrounded by the loud stream... consumed by the noise,
That night you painted me shades of muted blues, all cool, mellow; like you?
the neighbouthood in which we admired those graceful pontiacs, henvenly, body and soul. I swear.
You we're never anything beyond then a projection, and me? Nothing more then a doe left innocent and alone.
