I always wanted to draw, 
Draw to my hearts content. 
But allas I can not, 
Because I wonder about 
All the dumb little things that go wrong. 
I try, I try, I do my best, 
And yet nobody cares. 
I draw, I draw 
And no one sees. 
I speak to explain 
And no one listens. 
I bolded myself to courage 
And he turned away. 
My pencil, my paper, my desk...
Are one true friends,
And even they criticize my work. 
Force me to see, feel, touch 
What I wish not to. 
My art, my life,my family, 
All have a place in my heart. 
To draw, to me, 
Is a way to express 
What is in thine eyes, 
Heart,...soul. 
Pay attention 
And you'll see 
Something new 
Inside of me.

So that day comes near, the day of all pains.
In my heart I feel, that you are mine again.
Though untrue, unfulfilled, and unhappy days go by
My mind everyday goes back in time.

To the day that we met, in truth.
You forgot, so long overdue.
But for three years time we met quite often
Now I question was it even worth it?

I thought maybe one day you would see what I once saw,
And every year that thought got small.
I yearned for you, I know you, still
Your touch, caresses and taste of love is a bill.

I can say I loved you, more easily
Though Venice, California is no Venice of Italy.
Just like one sided love is just an obsession,
You were my jewel, my one life lesson.

I should fare you good day, but you're still here.
I should try to forget you, but you tell me come here.
And what's worse is that every single time I try...
I fail miserably because of that forsaken chilled spine.

So day by bad day I live one life
Hoping one day I would be your wife.
I am chained down by this strife
For now, unfortunately I am my husband's wife.

As this fourth of a birth of a nation approaches,
I am reminded of the life that encroaches.
I want you and it pains me in depth,
I wish i could wait for you, but i can't hold my breadth.

Not Much to say,
Except for this,
That hopefully one day,
You will have bliss.
For you Mr. Grinch,
The hater of others receiving,
Having your heart filled inch by inch
With this dreadful feeling.
Even you, the bearer of the devil's eyes,
Needs love and compassion on this day
Filled is your joy, with others cries,
Deserves everything he wishes on his birthday.

Have a good one.