Paint me blue skies.

Maybe he will paint me blue skies, when the clouds are grey with rain

Paint it pink a hearts perfection when I'm down, to smile again

Maybe he will paint a rose as loyal
as the love he holds

And as the canvas comes to life, view with love as it unfolds

For my love he is an artist, each brush and colour holds me near

And as he paints I see reflected all the ways he holds me dear.