Paint for me the colors
The miniscule of wild summer
You’re an artist, am your lover
Paint it dear beneath the bower.
I have brought in many hues
For your aesthetic eyes
But I leave the other shades
To let your heart decide -
Our crimson days are fire
Burning the skies with tangerine
Seep in close my pristine mind
Turning the whites, the grey in pink -
We pass the warm magenta,
And the illuminating green
Till we agree to take respite
To collect the golden reaping!
Show me now what you have painted
In the miniscule of our happy summer
You’re my artist, and we’re lovers.
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