my brush touches on canvas with each whipping flick, a new stroke around the curvature of your smile i paint in shades of black, white, and gray yet nothing gives off more color than the radiance of your joy
and nothing makes me prouder to be alive than the moment I've made you split the creases of your cherry blossom lips and reveal teeth as white as the clouds where you must originally be from
high up above this area of space plagued by the formulaic symmetry between conformists those who greet the sun in the morning with the intention just to get by no my love, you wake each sunrise with a far greater purpose and i wake to share a piece of it with you so we can smile together and feel high enough to be perched on a crescent moon as I hold you close, and point out the brilliant star you descended from
Everyone deserves someone that can make them feel this way in their life. Thank you for reading and I hope you've enjoyed!