THOUGHTS OF YOU

Where do I begin to tell you how much you mean to me
Shall I start at the beginning to paint the picture
Or shall I just pick up the brush and fill the marquee
Will the censors give it stricture



I care not what the censors may say
You are my heart and soul, my reason for being
We met by accident and started to play
Innocent and fun, it was not a cliche



Suddenly the feeling, ah yes, the feeling
Something began to happen to me and I knew
We connected and it could not be neglected
and I could not bid you adieu



We were awake, tired and weary
To be with you was all I wanted
Staring at the screen with eyes so bleary
I pressed on undaunted



Through time we have become oh so close
Hearts entwined and souls blending into one
Where this will lead no one really knows
My love for you will not be undone



So I paint away at the picture
Using colors of a hug and kiss
And hang the critics, with words of stricture
My soul is yours and with you is such heavenly bliss