Our canvas is still new,

The paint still wet; just opened

We’re not sure what to paint

Which colors should we blend?

A dab of passion red

A little sunlit yellow

Make it more intense...

Or should we keep it mellow?

This brush reveals our love affair

It paints our lives and hearts’ beloved

We know this isn’t just a flare

Of that, we’ve risen far above.

A blend from pink to orange:

The morphing or our love?

No, we’ll never change

We’ll always fit like gloves

Some say that it won’t last

And that the paint will fade

But in our heart we know the truth

For each other, we were made