If I give you an infinite canvass, will you paint eternal pictures?
Defining and refining reality with all your veracious colors--
Every happy red glowing and sad gray glooming.
Splashing your soul onto cellulose.
Creating beauty for me to imbibe.

Me, feeding off your spirit like a transient vampire.
Offering you my crimson pigments as well.
Yearning for the transcendent. 
Dripping my style all over your clovers.

Unique.

Love.

Help me paint tomorrow's dreams.
Adding our individual masterpieces to the collective mural of life.
Celebrating our melodious contrast-
Our dynamic fusion of brilliance.

And saving some portraits for us alone.

Because my van Gogh craves the key to
the backdoor of your soul.