It was this very night, I painted the sound of my lovebirds in between the walls of my mind; I came to know, and even adore your detailed shades in my work. I wished rainfall upon the scenery for it strengthens and saturates the sound of fauna-- making you shine even more in my eyes, oh the girl whose eyes makes my tired voice and soul find reason for relief. Will you let this darkened crimson red of mine and your radiant golden yellow combine? Will you lend a brush of your love, to achieve our perfect orange in this enormous canvas of a world?