His

His laugh, a light in the blackness

His eyes, a mosaic of blues

His skin, my favorite canvas

His hands, always searching for clues

His touch, a cause for madness

His love, an explosion of hues

Paintbrush to paper, our story flourished

Every time we drew.

 

 

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