She Recolor’s My Paints Daily Poem by Raouf Reda

Every Picture I draw
Is actually something I really saw.

But sometimes I picture things my own way.
And it’s not true because night never stay

Like drawing a dark pass without moon
Or drawing an old violent as I can’t picture a tone

It all depends on my mood
It all comes out happy, angry or rude

But here comes this little cute girl
And all my paints she will repair

With joyful colors she recolor my paints
While I stand silently putting no constrains

With joy she fulfill my whole life
My lover, Soul mate & Wife

P.S.
Thanks for completing me.