What if I were a canvas?

And you-- my paint brush!

Each time you brushstroke on me

You leave a mark, which adds a color

To my pallid life.

Each emotion that I possess

Will be the colors you blend;

Vibrant or dismal

They’d make a portrait of me--

My personality;

That can’t be photo-shopped.

Red would denote I’m passionate and aggressive

Orange could signify playfulness and enthusiasm

And, yellow my friendliness or sometimes a warning.

When you enrich my canvas with green

Natural, steady and prosperous is what it would mean

Blue would be the color of serenity and security,

Purple creates extraordinary vibes --

Luxurious, mysterious, romantic.

I’d feel elegant when you smear that color on me.

Pink tints my entire life--

It tells everyone;

I’m feminine, young and innocent.

Brown is earthy, sturdy and rustic

And, it gives a reliable feeling.

Black is often used sparingly

Because it’s powerful, sophisticated and edgy.

White makes me realize

I’m clean, virtuous and healthy.

When I’m neutral, formal or gloomy

I know you’ve added shades of grey.

Moreover, each of these hues

Will create impressive images—good or bad;

That can blend well and

Make my life picture-perfect

All because of you