She was an empty canvas
A clean white from head to toe
Not one tinge of color touched her skin
Till he decided to brush her so

With each moment
He painted her with colors

When they first met
He colored her with a forest green

When he held her hand
He colored her with sweet pastels

When he told her she's beautiful
He colored her with peaches

When he made love to her
He colored her with bulshes of pink

When he doubted her
He colored her with a navy blue

When he comforted her
He colored her with lilacs

When he spent less time with her
He colored her with gloom

When he found another
He colored her with red hues

When he let her go
He colored her with pale blues

When he left her

She was a masterpiece