How it happened

With many a quick glance,
you were painted onto my heart
Colorful paint that’ll never dry out

I love you in the dark
the stars are our light
�" As you’re mine
While we kiss into the night

I love you through the mornings
early sun makes our shadows bright

I dance in the rain of your storm.
do you think that I might
drop red, purple, blue
until the paper is no longer white?

Your wildness isn’t to be caught
within strict, limitful lines.

For our freedom art is fight.