To make a master piece out of you
Is the only love I could give
To give you my words
A blanket of affirmations
But you were an art
Already drawn and hued
You were a canvas
Painted by many hearts
I yield, of course dear
My words couldn't be read by you
You understand colors and hues
Your eyes speaks
You cannot be written
And in your heart filled with paint
I have nothing but a thin stroke of ink
That many may read but not yours to comprehend
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 12:21 AM UTC
To make a master piece out of you
Is the only love I could give
To give you my words
A blanket of affirmations
But you were an art
Already drawn and hued
You were a canvas
Painted by many hearts
I yield, of course dear
My words couldn't be read by you
You understand colors and hues
Your eyes speaks
You cannot be written
And in your heart filled with paint
I have nothing but a thin stroke of ink
That many may read but not yours to comprehend
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