Never before have I yelled out a name
Into the existence of times black hole
But you only live once as far as we know
And even an artist bares children of fruit

I painted her legs, they were not moving
I caressed her hips and they thought to smile
She then opened her eyes, I only thought
Because they were already open

As much as I imagine, I am wrong
As much as I can see, I am blind
And all the things I want her to be
She is already there before me

© 4/22/1997
William Grant Preston

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