Unfinished Work In Watercolors

I intended to steal the sweet colors of the sunrise Mix them gently with hues of after shower rainbows Stroke with a steady loving hand across the blank canvas That was to be ours In quiet reflective thought I drew out what I saw as beautiful Careful to etch my emotions into every line and shape Putting time and effort into the design, the well crafted image That was to be ours I sat alone, but peaceful, in my painting position Assured you would appreciate my soul's simple offering Never thinking it would be viewed a masterpiece But instead a rendering of a world I was willing to share That was to be ours It rests on an easel in a sad corner, where little sun enters The edges are curled, the perfect purple pansies look blue What was to be the first of many handmade gesture of love Sits unfinished, quite the opposite of the relationship That was to be ours