I am envious of the way
that the sun paints
his love for the sky
at the end of each day
in colours
so vivid,
so passionate,
and so full of life.

I am jealous of the way
the world is his audience,
that each person on the planet
can admire
his craft,
the art
that he's created for
his love - day after day.

If I could have a canvas,
one bigger than the sky,
with colours that
the world has never seen,
I'd paint it with
all my love,
for you,
my love.