there were days in december
		when the sun shone with a smile
		i would gaze to see you
		looking innocently and wishful for me
		i was like a flower beaming
		up to the light of your gaze
		as i knew you felt the same

		and on that night of a handful stars
		we took and offered each other's keys
		our lips were paintbrushes
		painting colorful words
		on that night of a handful stars
		the night sky was our canvass
		painting with brushes dipped
		from the color pools of our soul

		so much like a dream
		that i feared morning's first light
		would reveal the truth
		sweeping away
		the mist of wishes from my mind
		truth was revealed
		we found each other
		on the green backfield
		and what a painting we were
		under the warmth's light
		people saw and felt
		the snow beginning to melt
		from the warmth of
		our brushes as they dawned and waited

		those brushes, those paintings
		so priceless
		that trying to paint them with words
		is a shame
		never to be felt as how they were
		even if spoken
		from an angel's tongue

		but as priceless
		as those brushes may be
		it was on those moments
		of silence and glances
		of not holding
		nor letting go of time
		that painted the canvass
		of what we were
		to be.

		

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