We began in a quite place A canvas empty of hue You appeared in shifting colors Brushes moving through you Our days mixed in vivid tones Electric blues and reckless golds A palette of passion and pain Technicolor new and monochrome old This love, this love acrylic So very hard to undo Layer after layer Every shade so very true This love, this love acrylic Unforgiving in its touch Layer after layer Almost, almost too much Spilling over the edges of canvas Untroubled yellows and fever reds Colors I didn’t know I was missing Shades for words yet unsaid This love, this love acrylic So very hard to undo Layer after layer Every shade so very true This love, this love acrylic Unforgiving in its touch Layer after layer Almost, almost too much Shadows rise from the surface Their weight too heavy to bear Time pulls upon opaque gravity As canvas begins to tear Acrylic keeps our memories long after the color calms. Not as forgiving as oil, yet Fixed in our hearts so strong Love like this doesn’t vanish It lives forever idyllic It never dies It only dries Lasting forever This love, this love acrylic This love, this love acrylic This love, this love acrylic
