When I look in your eyes
I see an unframed painting
Soft pastels of love and joy
Then harsh streaks of the
Darkest shades of grey;
The pain and angst splashed
Along the center of the canvas
So here I am, lover first
Painter now, here to cover
The greys with pinks and yellows
Blues and violets to remind you
Of the colorful sunrise you see
Each time you look in my eyes
Together, our world is a painting
Splashed with the pastel shades of love
And the simmering passions of reds
Let me be the frame to your canvas
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 10:17 AM UTC
When I look in your eyes
I see an unframed painting
Soft pastels of love and joy
Then harsh streaks of the
Darkest shades of grey;
The pain and angst splashed
Along the center of the canvas
So here I am, lover first
Painter now, here to cover
The greys with pinks and yellows
Blues and violets to remind you
Of the colorful sunrise you see
Each time you look in my eyes
Together, our world is a painting
Splashed with the pastel shades of love
And the simmering passions of reds
Let me be the frame to your canvas
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