Paint me yellow, bright and glimmering in the sun. Yellow like daffodils in spring. Paint me yellow, with streaks of sunlight on my skin. There is a kind of stillness in the air you breathe, in the songs you sing to me sometimes. The world seems so unreachable from where we are. Just two souls orbiting each other’s axis. The sun rises and sets again, yellow. I let you paint my nails, yellow. The pages of poetry we read to each other, yellow. If love is a colour, ours would be yellow. It glows like the morning sun. Soft like a lady dancing so gracefully in her pretty sundress. Soft, just like your hand in mine on days where the moon shines the brightest. Flowers in my hair, you twirl me around and around and the world disappears. With sunset in the horizon and your hand in mine, I thought to myself, 'this is it, this love will stay with me forever'.
