An image formed

Through the darkness within me

I braced myself

I thought of you and only you, my dear

Softly brushed, an abstract

Bits of snow, it seems to lack

Colors of liquid met

As if it made a star trek

You shine, you glow

You brighten, and I wanted more

You're the perfect portrait I wish to paint

On my own little canvas, so I ask of you to stay

But of course, you don't have to

You never left my mind

One more thing left, then I'll see you

My paintbrush, I have yet to find