Painting

You saw our love in black and white

and I saw you in every color.

I saw darkness behind your eyes

and I saw hope in your smile –

I saw tenderness in the way you held me at night

and I believed you every time you said

I Love You.

It’s bittersweet, isn’t it?

To know you have been a stranger

but a stranger I know I loved

and will never stop loving

because I saw you in every color

and you were a damn beautiful painting.