Drawing You

I can't stop drawing you
and don't understand
what makes me create you.

As if your penned in my mind,
dictating my hand
to illustrate you.

Love is a game
that I've won and lost,
so I'd rather draw.

From the heart or art,
a very fine line
That I can't draw at all.

So pleasant and pure
as your colors gush
like the dancing rain.

With every contour
outlining this crush
that I can't contain.

It endlessly pours
down from my brush,
over saturated.

If I may implore
your finishing touch,
I long have awaited.

I can't stop drawing you
and dreaming of a day
that we're drawn together.