And when her hands shook
He steadied
And when she smudged
He said imperfections can be good
She chose blue so he loved blue
She wanted big strokes so he made big strokes
Then she wanted red and small
He said, You are driving me crazy.
She said, I'm driving me crazy too.
So he held her hand in his and they kept going
But she wasn't one to follow a guide
Without him it would just be color
Splashed on a page
And when it was complete
They looked at it
the colors, the strokes, the movement
It was happy and sad
Calm yet wild
Scared but brave
It was beautiful.
So she cried,
He said, let's fill the gallery.
