White Page, I Think I Love You

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There's something special about a virgin piece of white paper... untouched, unblemished... 




Enjoy this poem I wrote about it:

Ode to the White page

Ever since I met you, I haven't been the same

It's as if you beckon me and call my name

And every time I look at you, 

I feel compelled to touch you

A powerful attraction that is felt but can't be seen

And as far as I remember, that's the way it's always been

I see a world of possibilities of what you could become

A vision not all have but that is shared by some

You could be a beautiful drawing

Or my most amazing writing

You could become a painting

Or whatever I could be fancying

With you my only limitation, is the stretch of my imagination

There's no end to my inspiration, and it defies all explanation

It may be hard for some to comprehend

But all of my senses you awaken

What does a new white page represent to you?  Do you feel the attraction too?

Much Love, 

Felicia