If I am a painter
I’ll pant my mood in shades of blue
For my soul to be with you
I’ll sketch your lips in shades of tones
I’ll draw your mouth to match my own.
I’ll draw your hand around my waist
And all my doubts I shall erase
I’ll paint a sun
To warm your heart, swearing that
We’ll never be apart
I’ll trace your hand to hold mine
And I’ll use a brush so light and fine
To draw you close and make you mine
