Each line I draw

Each Line I Draw

Each line I draw is of the blue
Not aimlessly done or seen through.
It is the sky that clears soon
The summer of a peaking June.
My voice is all I have to give
For all my thoughts in words do live.
And flowers I have I picked for you
To try to see love and be true.
So you will see that I am dear
A love of thought through day and year.
My heart beats till and carries on
Until the last of breath is gone.
Remember all I tried to say
It carried through a night and day.
Like clouds are gone into blue sky
My soul flies away when spirit die.
Each line I draw is of summer green
Of love and feelings with eyes not seen.
I picked colors of various flowers
In life full of sunshine and showers.