Colour
I was dull.
I was grey.
I coloured myself
With the paints,
I found in your smile,
While your cheeks turned red.
But my darling,
I found you to be duller and greyer
.You still painted me,
With those shaking hands.
You still risked yourself,
With the love you finally found,
That you once lost.
And a year later,
Right beside you,
Was that love.
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So, I
All yours.
Forever and Always.
Took these shades,
Found within me.
Inked you,
With happiness and love.
But along the way,
Upon completion of the painting.
I fell in love,
All over again.
And I asked you,
My dear.
Can the painter even fall in love with their own paintings?
And you said,
My love,
I fell in love with you before I even painted you with my colours.
And I knew,
Not a coincidence.
But a resonance,
Of the souls.
