You told me you liked watercolors.

Little did you know,

That my love for you is watercolors.

My love drips,

Just like watercolors,

When I touch your tips,

And see your amazing wonders.

It keeps on falling,

Every time you're around.

With its strokes crawling,

Until the whole paper'll drown.

I'll wait for the day,

'Till there's no spot left to color.

Because maybe then, I could say,

This unsaid love who was a goner.

I'll prepare for the time,

When my heart can no longer contain,

All this love and all this rhyme,

That I hope will never go to vain.