And That Day I Painted Him

I painted his eyes pink and his lips crimson

I painted his skin red as a palate of summer 

I painted his glory with gold and edges silver

And a body of rose to shimmer 

I chose yellow, I chose orange

Even chose purple, magenta and violet 

But nothing could fit the colour of his heart 

The way white could stand apart

I painted those dandy hair black 

And brown to the lights 

I painted those fingers blue

A precise hint to the winters and dew

I painted his life with a classic grey

But failed what colours to choose

When it came to the mind 

For the mind that grew

Every colour finds its identity

When it comes to you

Is it just a coincidence

And you have nothing to do? 

How colourful it is to give every thought and expression? 

The way he gave wings to my untamed desires

And then I knew that

I just painted him

Painted him beautiful