Splatter paint over the canvas,
Reds and gold, crimson bold,
Behold,
A master piece,
A story told,
A lover’s qualm,
A soft charm,
The lights that sprinkle the moon above,
I’ll paint a picture of,
In this picture we will be lovers,
Entwined in rain and river,
Stroked and shaded,
Posed and paraded,
Locked enduringly,
For all of history,
Tinted as one.
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