The Artist Without Paint

You're painting a picture
With me as the center
It promises true beauty
Radiates sweet memories
One thing is lacking
No color, no paint

How can you paint me
Without any colors?
Where will I be
If there is no paint?
How can you paint things
You don't understand?

This quote is true
"The language of love"
For love isn't what you do
But what you say
How can you know me
If there are no words?

You're painting a picture
With me as the center
It promises true beauty
Radiates sweet memories
But one thing is lacking
No color, no paint.