If you were a canvas I would paint you yellow like a 5 year old colours in the sun
I will never forget to tell you that I love like how a 6 year old forgets to flush
I will hold on to you like a grade R clinging on her mother on her first day of school
I will whisper you sweet symphonies like how grade 1's pass on the gossip of how sipho peed on his pants
Your love burns in me like how she felt when the bee stung her ice-cream covered hands
I will dress you in a smile every day like a widow wears black
Your soul flows through my own
Like the rain flows through the window seel
And if I ever had to let you go I would protest like a toddler deprived of candy
