There was a noise so known everytime when he arrived. His arrival brought smiles to my face everyday, in his paintings...I was drawn so beautifully. In all of his letters, my name was written with red of so much passion. His words were accompanied by my company. His every step coincided with mine, and with my hands in his, we walked down the aisle .
With the shades of red, I was filled with hues. And with a shade of mine on his lips, we looked perfectly complete. I asked him to color me with his life and he did. His world was of my color and my world was of his. We were happy.
With a story of our destiny written in my hands, with a new happiness woven into the fabric of our cloth, everyone welcomed us with the petals of roses..and a cheer of love.
As he moved his hand forward and colored my face with vermillion, my name changed to his and I became his loveliest myth. A part of his blueth life, a piece of his puzzle and a new mystery of his story filled with his unknown hues.
With our hands intertwined always, we wandered the world around and always found peace in each other's heart. We were comforted in each other's arms and we laughed while being with each other.


© aymenfazel