First comes A

P

... is for painting,
The one that is my heart,
As pink dances across,
When I see you from afar,
Each white petal,
Plucked from a daisy,
Tickles my nose,
Giggling playfully,
Dark violet skies,
Or the crimson sunrise,
Brings light and dark,
Like the journey we'll embark,
Or the blueness of your eyes,
Dripping tears of loss,
Her screams of fear,
Still ring in your ears,
And although I might never compare,
To her golden work of art,
I still hope I can paint your world,
With all the colors of my heart

Tell me in the comments if I should add to this poem 😘
Thanks guys!