Water Color

Water Color

No oil painting, you’re a watercolor

Brush strokes, imperfections like no other

No defined lines, blended with color

You smudge here, you smudge there

I can see it in your stare

Your smile explodes, it’s not fair

Follow no boundaries without a care

Brush strokes begin but never end

Never a straight line, always a bend

Soft impressions like a First Friend

Timeless Infinity, your light transcends

Where will you lie, where will you hang

The Scottish Isles, a museum in Spain

Who will praise you, who will you claim

Or will your colors wash out in the rain

No oil painting, you’re a watercolor

Brush strokes, imperfections like no other

No defined lines, blended with color