In the quiet canvas of my days,
Where shades of gray and shadows played,
I wandered through a muted haze,
In a world where dreams had long decayed.

Each dawn was but a weary sigh,
The sun rose slowly, dim and pale,
With every heartbeat, I would try,
To find a spark, to lift the veil.

I danced with echoes, whispered fears,
In a monochrome of lost delight,
My laughter drowned in silent tears,
A ghost adrift in endless night.

Then you appeared, a vibrant hue,
A splash of light, a brush of fate,
With every word, a color grew,
Transforming all that seemed so late.

You painted joy in strokes so bold,
With shades of passion, warmth, and grace,
The stories of your heart retold,
Brought life to...