I wish that I could draw,
Lines turned into art.
A captivating picture,
That leaps into your heart.

I wish that I could paint,
Strokes turned into love.
A hopeful dreamy picture,
That is beautiful above.

I wish that I could sculpt,
A mound made to portray.
A likeness of something loved,
That lasts beyond my day.

Some say I am an artist,
My words formed into prose.
A melody of sight and sound,
That’s difficult to enclose.

My written lines turned into art,
My stokes turned into love.
A mound of words made to portray,
Anything and everything as above.

~Stephanie Hancock~