Words are all about pictures
Pictures inspire words
Sounds are strung together
And so a word is heard
Written they echo in the mind
Spoken they ring like spirits of the air
They conjure images behind
Our eyes
Remaining forever there
One plies
With words a spark
Another focuses on beauty
One attempts to precisely make a mark
The other projects with less certainty
Yet both flatter with their focus
Convey strong affection
Place love as their locus
Differing only in inflection
Love my poem
Love my picture
Draw it / write it
On my heart
This poem juxtaposes
Concepts for your inference
And arrogantly (perhaps) proposes
Between them little difference
As hands that fit together
Be content and warm
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