Painted Love

I romanticize you. No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind. You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic. Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented. Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch once in their whole lonely life. Look at you. I mean really look and see how wonderfully made and sculpted you are. My dear, you are art in the simplest way.