I look around straining to see,
What true love is meant to be.
A bird, a dove or my baby boy,
An intricate design of a delicate toy.
A thought, a whim or dream come true,
Feeling and knowing the right thing to do.
A song sung well or creation of beautiful art,
Self expression is a start of a small spark.
Roses, daisy's or fresh spring air,
Are all inspiration for those who dare.
Creator or lover makes no difference,
The beauty we see makes the same inference.
Art is a passion I can not ignore,
It is good for the soul as well as much more.
A fashion, a presence or gem quite rare,
As stunning and encapturing as a maiden fair.
Fairies and fireflies on a moonlit dance,
Words or a picture to capture the essence.
It is not simple or quick to honestly find,
The words to describe or paint from the mind.
A snare, a trap; to catch in you mind's eye,
The beauty and wonders surrounding the sky.
I look fully aware of images of brilliance,
That are in no way ordinary but only extravagant.
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