we sat on the bench, looking at the night sky
' the moon is beautiful , isn't it ? ' you asked me .
' i love you more ' , you laughed to my response .
you looked at me with a pair of daring eyes ,
i looked back and smiled .
' how did you find me ? ' another question came out from your mouth .
' what do you mean .. we found each other by chance and that chance turned into fate '
you can't helped but smiled hard at me ,
' you come to me like summer and accompany me to the my next summer '
and again , you smiled at me .
' then i can say that you're like an art to me ' , you said .
i looked at you with a confusion ,
' i was once a blank canvas and the day i spent with you give colours to the blank me '
a silence in between ,
' .. and that's how you become my art '
you said it while looking at the sky ,
god , this is love .. this have to be love ..
' it's like the art of loving you ' ,
i can't help but get flustered and shy .
' thank you for bringing the best summer to me , my summer '
you laughed .
' thank you for colouring me with your beauty , my art '
and , that's how it is ..
the art of being in love
