I
can paint your
monochrome skies to a
wonderful shade of
blooming hope.
I will paint galaxies
using the stars I see
within your moonlit
eyes. You know how
much I love
to stargaze.
And I want to paint
flowers over
the stains of your
wasted sorrows, in
hope you
will find a reason
to live as your tears
help them grow.
I will paint, all because I love you.
And I pray that by the end, you will love me, too.
