I cant thank you enough
for bringing the color back into my life —
you painted a beautiful picture
on a canvas that's been empty for so long
that was sitting in the back of an art store
being passed over
by artist after artist.
But you picked me from the dark shelf
and brushed stunning images
onto the fabric of my soul
just waiting to absorb your love.
Your colors are so vivid
and surreal
your brush is soft
and your strokes are light and wispy.
I never want this painting to be finished
I want you to keep me in your studio forever
by the window full of stars
that overlooks the city that craves
your genius heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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