I look at you and see your soul that lies within.
You have not an object for a soul, but entire seasons.
If an array of objects were compared to the wondrous depths of your soul, they would be put to shame.
I can paint Spring, to show your liveliness.
You are so alive, waking with a new song playing in your head.
I can paint Summer, to show your spirit.
You are adventurous, diving into new waters.
I can paint Autumn, for the love you ignite.
Fire lit to keep warm and celebrate.
Your love is a warm blanket like that of a fire; you feel like home.
I can paint Winter, for the bravery you possess.
Snow coating the ground preserves what lies underneath.
You are not one, but all of the seasons.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
I look at you and see your soul that lies within.
You have not an object for a soul, but entire seasons.
If an array of objects were compared to the wondrous depths of your soul, they would be put to shame.
I can paint Spring, to show your liveliness.
You are so alive, waking with a new song playing in your head.
I can paint Summer, to show your spirit.
You are adventurous, diving into new waters.
I can paint Autumn, for the love you ignite.
Fire lit to keep warm and celebrate.
Your love is a warm blanket like that of a fire; you feel like home.
I can paint Winter, for the bravery you possess.
Snow coating the ground preserves what lies underneath.
You are not one, but all of the seasons.
