Heart

                        The                                             day

                     I painted                                     the  field

                  Where you                              started your life

              I sketched a heart                      that belongs to you

           The colours I selected                    you might not approve

        You never assured with love         words that I wished to hear

     Floating in the cloud I saw the          rainbows that hid in between

  I called them to join me on the        journey of friendship we shared

Instead they revealed the insight  of your heart you concealed so long

I wondered how they recognised you better but I wispered to you more

Emptied in thoughts I came and asked you how you passed your day

There was nothing to exchange, and the hours passed like minutes

I pointed to the garden of flowers where the sun made them blush

 There were bees buzzing to grab some honey in the meadow

   Their wings spread the charm to buds with colours of love

      With rays of hope I wished to hear a solo from you

         You chuckled and labelled me the day dreamer

             How could I tell you what was in my mind

               I puzzled with your choice of colours

                    Red I chose to impress you

                       The portrait dangled  

                          Could I read you?

                            I heard again

                              The word

                                 Crap! 

                                  Did

                               I?