Lately I've been struggling.
I've been stressing.
It's keeping me guessing.
I've no clue what to do or where to turn,
wondering when I'll ever learn
what I need to do.

I've never felt so loved in my life.
And now I long to be his wife.
Every touch and kiss,
caress of his lips,
hand through my hair,
I long for him to be forever there.
To hold, to love, to cherish.
To be mine forever, and to be his as well.
What can I say other than I've fallen under Love's spell.

And now since I'm so stressed
I can't figure what's best
to draw out on paper
to cover my canvas
I keep thinking It'll come later
develop like a dream
I'll create something beautiful, meaningful
until now, unseen.
It's there on the surface,
underneath it all
I try to grasp it, I think I have it
then it fades
and I fall.

It seems the only solution is what I don't have
What I can't find and what I can't seem to make...
what some people earn and others take
It's green and dirty
tattered and worn
crumbled in pockets
found in wallets
ripped and torn.
Maybe if I keep dreaming, wishing for something to come to me
I can paint

and then maybe everything will get better.

But who really buys amateur art these days?