Painting the Sun

"Let's paint sunshine together," he said softly.

She smiled silently and returned to the canvas before. It show cased brilliant colors, the deep ones and the intense ones, just like her eyes. Deep brown eyes that shone on you till you were fully captivated by their simple innocence, the silent eyes yet adorned with brilliance so obvious it could strike you for a moment. He moved nearer.

"You don't believe me baby girl?" He said in her ear. "Here, let me show you." He came up behind her and held the hand she was painting with, the other one holding on to the rest of her possessively. Softly, he led her hand in circle as if designing a core. Deep red, deep orange, sharp yellow in an attempt to capture a passionate sun, choosing colors for her.

"I'll paint you baby" he whispered. "And I'll paint you exactly how you are to me." She laughed softly.

"You don't believe me?" He mocked an expression that complained you-don't-believe-me?

"You know what girl? I want you to know something... There were many that I have met and spent time with. But there was this one gal whom I have never met. But she had this lovely heart that reached out to me and captured my soul, let alone that calmness in her face. Had things been different, I would have gone all the way with her and lived all my life with her. She is an amazing woman. She is, and hopefully to me atleast. She would always be... my Sunshine."

A peck on her cheek and she simply smiled.