We never failed to meet in Spring.

With every beautiful flower bud, we grew closer.

We sat amongst the cherry blossoms, the petals falling to the ground and into your hair.

I had never seen anything more perfect.

My perfect painting.

My perfect canvas.

So I asked you.

"Can I paint you again?"

With your smile, and that oh so beautiful blush, the world was like a dull piece of nothing compared to you. A world once filled with such beautiful color, now came in second to you.

So I asked you.

"Can I paint you again?"

As I reached for my canvas and paints, you gently touched my hand and you replied simply.

"Can I be your canvas?"

You were still so shy. You blushed at everything.

But this time, there had been something different in your eyes. I wanted nothing more than to capture that moment. To have it live forever.

So I replied simply.

"You'd be the most beautiful canvas."

So with my paints, we discovered new color. My finger's the paint brush against you; your skin, my canvas. You're colors were my everything.

They enamored me, and I'd never want to escape.

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Author's Notes

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