My love

I can hear your heartbeat,

The blood, the life,

The passion for what you do,

I swirl red on the empty canvas,

A color of bloodshed,

But to me it's your hair,

Bright, loving , and vibrant,

I can touch your hands,

Rugged, worn knuckles,

Filled with years of hard work,

And dedication,

A tree trunk,

I paint splotches of brown,

A color of dirt,

But to me it's your face,

Diligent ,honest, and real,

I can smell your perfume,

Peaches and Vanilla,

Soft aromas drifting off,

The warmth of the sun,

I splatter speckles of yellow,

A color of jaundice,

But to me it's your eyes,

Cheerful, optimistic, radiant,

I can taste your cooking,

Basil and Oregano,

Balsamic Vinegar,

And Olive Oil,

Fresh leaves,

I dab drops of green,

A color of vomit,

But to me it's your voice,

Full of life,

I can see you,

Your tears,

Streaming from your puffy eyes,

The rain,

I finally smear blue,

Covering the empty canvas with it,

A color of sadness,

But to me it's YOU,

Beautiful and Strong.