Colours are hidden in a lover's eyes.
Painting that grows deep with time.
Colours of love make destiny blind.
It fades, leaving heart's ruins behind.
Sometimes it is as pink as a smile.
Sometimes it's the endless night.
But has more shades than the sky.
No paper can hold its great might.
It's a bliss when it's red as a wine.
Few keep it close till their last time.
Giving birth to poems of sweet lies.
And ages sweeter with flowing time.
Many drown in this very wine.
When this painting fades with time.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC
Colours are hidden in a lover's eyes.
Painting that grows deep with time.
Colours of love make destiny blind.
It fades, leaving heart's ruins behind.
Sometimes it is as pink as a smile.
Sometimes it's the endless night.
But has more shades than the sky.
No paper can hold its great might.
It's a bliss when it's red as a wine.
Few keep it close till their last time.
Giving birth to poems of sweet lies.
And ages sweeter with flowing time.
Many drown in this very wine.
When this painting fades with time.
If love was a painting
