It looked like someone took a paintbrush

And spread my favorite colors across the sky

He looked at me and I blushed

But I don’t know why

Maybe it’s simply because he looked at me

Or because he knows my favorite colors

Or that he chose me over the others – or, along with the others?

Maybe the sky is for everyone

Art hanging on the museum wall

It’s a mysterious call

I come alive under it

He sees it in my eyes as he looks at me

Streaks of blue in the dark brown hue

I’m in awe and full of gratitude