You fill my world with so much color. My world has become a canvas, your touch was the paintbrush. I often live in black and white; you have revealed a hidden color palette. My hues are no longer gray, but rather pinks, greens, and everything in between. Sometimes I trail behind you during our walks just so I can see how much you color my world. I like to watch your eyes rest on me and turn me different shades of red and pink. I like to watch you lift your arms and color the sky blue and how you make every cloud in the sky look puffy and bright. I love how much you color you dye my world and that you never seem to run out of paint.
