I dip my brush in the paint of life. I swab it against the palette to get the excess off. The unneeded things on this canvas of your heart. All of the hate and wrath of man. Slowly my brush slides across the canvas. A drifting of time and space, love and togetherness. I dip it once more to fill it again with joy. With laughter. With humor. Again it fades from left to right moving with each brush of my steady hand.
Ah as the artist sighs and takes a step back, looking at the work he has done. He smiles. The masterpiece that is your heart, is complete. The masterpiece that is me, is complete.