A Symphony of Colors

Some hearts are painted. Yours was composed.

To my beautiful painting

To my beautiful painting,
your essence of indelible colors, never fading,
a subjective artwork, nature’s creation,
a glamorous personification that draws admiration.

Like abstract art with intention underneath,
noticed by all, yet few see the subtleties,
understanding the meaning beneath.
I, unlike others, discern every detail,
tracing your artistic trails.

A symphony of colors, seemingly random yet purposeful,
splashes harmoniously.
Lines and drawings—intricate attributes colliding stunningly.
Strokes that are violent and some so gentle,
like your words: opinionated, intense, yet also tender.

The clothes you wear, adorning your figure,
each step you take, a dance, a unique trigger.
Summer coral, time in sage green unfolds,
mustard yellow, gold, and pastel stories told.

Melodies inspired by muses so divine,
such as you, the subject of this lyrical design.
A symphony of colors in the fabric of your soul,
harmonizing with Van Gogh, Picasso, and Hepburn’s role.

Van Gogh would envy the canvas of your face.
Picasso would marvel at your inherent grace.
Audrey Hepburn’s elegance you indeed possess—
a timeless beauty, a rare finesse.

Loving you is a surreal dance of colors,
like Dali’s melting clock,
water lilies blooming, Monet’s gentle dock.
Your essence, like O’Keeffe’s vibrant bloom,
Witherspoon’s poise, Roberts’ charisma in the room.

Impasto feelings, bold and sincere.
Parallel paths we walked brought us near.
Analogous moments, complimentary smiles,
monochromatic memories that last for miles.
Achromatic beauty in simplicity’s embrace—
drybrush strokes in all your ways.

Accidental strokes in your canvas,
part of the grand scheme.
Not lost, but enhancing your astounding gleam.
In a museum of hearts, your beauty displayed—
a subjective artwork, in nature arrayed.

To my beautiful painting, this ode I lay—
constant thoughts of you, night and day.
A symphony of love, with each note and shade.
Keep this poem in our gallery of moments,
where memories cascade.