i want to paint a picture the canvas stands in front of us we're holding hands the brushes in our others staring at the canvas we begin to paint a picture that we love and so many others hate we paint OUR starry night. a nightmare for van gogh but a dream that i know that i want to last no blending of colors in moments past stars in the sky and the moon in a haze we'ew barely breathing, comatose, but so awake i could see the wind stirring the sky around and inside as a torrential zephyrous blaze so deep, so untameable, so true and it flew. into the page as each stroke glints in your eye and in mine i cry. its so beautiful i cry and the stars cry with me. no color recreatable no lie its unmistakeable. our love is a masterpiece. every masterpiece is incomplete. let's paint for eternity.