because that is the color of my day.
You are the brush
that creates the beauty in my life.
I have willingly submitted my heart to you
as a canvas because of the tenderness
I have witnessed in your hands.
I have prostrated myself naked before you
because I have tasted the love in your eyes...
knowing full-well that the stroke of your brush
will influence the way my world looks tomorrow.
The canvas of my soul has images
of days I would like to forget.
I have sketched the memories with you
so you know who I am
and the brushes that I have been exposed to.
Your love has numbed the hurt of the past.
My eyes are ready to discover new territory with you.
All I am saying is "Here I am.
I am yours, paint away...
I surrender my heart to your hands."
Your specialness has made me intoxicated with love,
and I want more.