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.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
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.
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